
just the sun and I
sharing a cup of coffee
touched with solitude

just the sun and I
sharing a cup of coffee
touched with solitude
through a lit window
man sitting by his wife’s bed
day changes to night
November crawls by slowly
hoping to see winter snow
a sign this morning
a deer on ole windmill road –
and all shall be well

sunrise through the trees
not all the leaves have turned gold
let it be enough

the life from within
strong enough to carry on
even without care