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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

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…