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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand