At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.