In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,