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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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.

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.