White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,