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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;