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

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

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there