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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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