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

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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.

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

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry