What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.