Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old