Half Way

I'm half way
through life,
if I'm lucky.

I live half way
Between Minneapolis
And farm country.

Hair's half grey.
Books stack up, half read.
On my desk, a half-cup
of coffee, cold
with half and half.

Maybe half the time
I'm truly content.

I once thought transition
was temporary.

Now, as I focus
On the second half
Of life,
I see that the sunset
over that silhouette
Of trees
is half rose,
Half blue.