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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.