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.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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,

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

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,