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

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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