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

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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