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

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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

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

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,