Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

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

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last