the seasons change,
days get shorter too soon,
it's time for an extra jacket
or layer just to keep warm.
My body adjusts slowly,
wishes for constancy,
holding onto that perfect
day, moment, joy, beauty
to easily missed in busy-ness.
Time to slow down,
weekly columns, I quit.
No deadlines or pressures.
Free time for new things,
a photo-poetry book calls.
Possibilities are unlimited,
new opportunities to create.