Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

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,

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.