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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,