Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

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

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