It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own