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

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay