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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and