
where the rainbow ends
what a pot of gold can’t buy
rest for the weary

where the rainbow ends
what a pot of gold can’t buy
rest for the weary

in the spring of life
without signs of trauma
a song yet unsung

to live each moment
to be totally open
whatever now brings

droplets on windshield
imperfectly transparent
jewels in sunlight
slow down at junction
feathers of passing grackle
surprisingly brown