Gray sky peers through/ the frost filmed window/ as he reaches for his glasses/ on the night stand/ and tumbles

I hear the ocean/ It calls to me/ Crashing waves/ Set me free// I feel the stillness/ In mountain peak/ Walking

Sweet summer breath/ The birds come by/ My open window// Pleased by beauty./ Then, evanescence-// How three

Ten years old on a breezy day/ in March of ’63, a boy climbing/ a long slant of lawn/ paused to scan the sky

The pink fills the street/ Suddenly/ On the right, in a row/ All the way/ Ending at home,/ The letters are out

 sat on a beach/ Looking out over the vast ocean/ Feeling small and alone/ I watched a single wave roll in

On a day fashioned by cold and mid-winter sun,/ The estuary unfolds like an esplanade in pale,/ Pleasing light

When you were young,/ friendships were like wild flowers,/ growing anywhere,/ everywhere,/ popping up

How lovely, to be the one who/ brings coffee,/ singing morning greetings/ into the village street each time

If the breeze could float two ways/ maybe once or twice in a while,/ which way would be right,/ and which

I am in my life’s winter/ where the cold eats my bones,/ melts my hopes/ and shuts the storm door/ with me

Every blade of grass depends on its tassel,/ which depends on breeze, that may depend/ on earth's dependence

the moon/ increases from/ just a nail clipping/ to a full fingerprint/ faster than a hand/ can snap.

Thy love drapes my heart in blinding warmth,/ cocooning me in lights of humorous days;/ listen closely, dear

In the middle of the night/ A cloud of stardust appears/ Outside my bedroom window./ Mysterious songbirds

Both embrace their space/ and bear no complaints./ The man is engrossed in/ creative observations;/ the

Like a grandpa's teeth/ Cannot bite the softest days/ Passing by daily

vibrant streaks/ of amorphous sky guide// soft-down feathers, eager/ open beaks stretching toward// light

The lamp is burning/ next to the window/ looking out, searching for/ the darkness of night./ Without it,/ it has

I put my emotions into golden dust/ just before the dawn/ send them into the air/ they land on the tops of trees