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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

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

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

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

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

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