Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.