(2015)
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
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.