Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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