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

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.

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

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

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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.

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…

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,