As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

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.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles