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

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,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.