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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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.

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

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