It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

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

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

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…

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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