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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

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,

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind