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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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…

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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,

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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,