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

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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.

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.