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.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,