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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

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,

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,