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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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