Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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.

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.