Walking down the road
I step on leaves around and down the path
Not blocking my trails but softening
My travails as I look at the colors they elude

Once I was here before at the nearby shore on a cold and windy day
And saw the leaves of the seaside trees towering above me
And wondered where I would be within the free years forward of me

Not a vision of age but a gift of a sage
I wandered along the tree side path to destiny
And loving and learning the songs of yesteryears
I made the best of today's fears of aging
Among the leaves…