At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched