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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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