The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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