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

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

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

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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go