At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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