Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.