birthdate '56 - fall

Let's all think
like when we were young,
it's not about how
we may look now
but how our song is sung.
Don't sit still,
get up and dance
the world is still ours
don't leave life to chance!
If we're still here
we've things yet to do
wake each morning
to see it through -
let's all think
like when we were young,
it's not about how
we may look now
but how our song is sung.

Countenance - Thanksgiving

Dedicated to friends and family who I'm so very thankful for -

Someone who cares for your countenance

is someone that you should call friend

for people will pass you every day

but seldom if ever attend to

emotional shadows, always shifting,

and there are very few,

who tune into others and comprehend

that one has passed over you.

Winds of this World - fall

The winds of this world

rush past my face

as the clouds of earth

pass over my head.

I've stood this ground

until I'm weary

watching youth take flight

as the years have fled.

-

Where is all the wonder

that once flowed from my soul?

Where is all the wonder,

can I capture it again

as I grow old?

As I grow old.

-

Sit me in the winsome seat

that casts my eyes

up to the sky

and let me not be dwelling

on dampened dreams

wherein they lie.

Where I stand I cannot move

but above me

I still find

an ever changing landscape

where imagination thrives.

No Failure in Fall - fall

What can I learn from the falling leaves?

How can one stay so vibrant that visibly grieves?

to cast adrift the draining remains,

so that the host may maintain

-

releasing the burdens that sometimes cling,

that would keep me from returning

with the spring;

back from the hardship

about to begin,

winter forthcoming

how it rides with the wind;

-

my time is not over,

but my trials may show

both with hope and with sadness -

that all of of the leaves must go.