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

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

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.

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

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.

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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