In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last