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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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