
scent of fresh baked bread
flocks flying below the clouds
winter solstice’s here

scent of fresh baked bread
flocks flying below the clouds
winter solstice’s here

with a little help
dead leaves taking flight again
oddly comforting

the moon almost full
lighting up washed out contrail
could it be a star

start of the commute
will I be home before dark
traffic helps the sun

one step at a time
living each day as it comes
cherishing each one