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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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