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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

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

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.

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while