In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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.

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

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

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

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…