I love the reflection
of moonlight in your eyes.
A dazzling sight,
cannot be disguised.

An amber beam,
a light array.
Its golden glow,
now on display.
A rising Sun,
a cold sky.
Snow, a treat,
and we rejoice.
It's still wet.

This World we live in,
by the grace of God,
is best enjoyed
on top of the sod.

Among the ashes and the dust,
stands an old car, riddled with rust.
Stored in a garage for over 50 years,
it's hidden beauty will soon appear.
Collectors searching far and wide
hope on hope to find such a ride.

A 1000 sharp pains;
A whip to the back,
for being in the way;
and being born black.
What kind of punishment,
is this, he now fears?
It manifests every day.
Why do humans
behave in this way?
He is a man,
the same as you
but the color of skin,
is the only difference.
He loves his music,
just as you do,
so why do you beat him,
For what you asked him to do?

Today's soul,
is here to stay.
Even your EGO,
won't drive it away.

May I impose my thoughts
upon the rising Sun,
as my life, I know,
has gone from me?
"Remain you strong"
are the words I hear.
I see a picture of my bride,
she now has others who help
her fight for the part of life,
her lost memory.

Clench your fist,
grind your teeth.
Be respectful to others,
will avoid your defeat.
Stand your ground.
Don't get in the way
and you will show progress,
perhaps on this day.

Have you ever walked in the rain,
with your clothes all soaked, once again?
The wetness of wool, can keep you warm,
unless it irritates your skin, causing harm.

Into the wild
goes a creature.
You are an exotic,
beautiful, rising star.
Be safe, my friend,
still be who you are,
a loyal human,
destined to go far.

Rubbing of limbs,
branches and twigs.
A rustling noise, of
leaves on the ground.
Not a dry prattle
but a more subdued sound.
Creaking of trunks,
Hemlock, Maple and Fir,
the start of a storm,
shaken needles from
Fir and Pine.
Falling rain, blown
by a strong breeze,
cold to the touch,
noses, ears and chin.
A Winter storm has
graced us again.