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

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

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…

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

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