
the clouds and the sun
the leaves and the chronicler -
all are passing through

the clouds and the sun
the leaves and the chronicler -
all are passing through

caught in this moment
this hue of the morning glow
these passing shadows

the day’s last colors
appearing for a moment
before curtains fall

three day old snowman
good that he doesn’t realize
his days are numbered
then again so are all ours
live each day like it’s a gift
four geese in straight line
wing tips brushing edge of roof
fly over full moon