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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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,

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while