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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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…