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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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.