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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.