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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

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

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.