Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with