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

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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,

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 you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

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

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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