Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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,

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up