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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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