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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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.