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,

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

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…

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…