Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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