The sands of time move
Quickly through the hour glass
Of a forgotten
Era, granules slipping,
Falling, asking for nothing
Time
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A Soft Sunrise
Fractured rays of light,
Nebulous sunrise provides
Diverse beginnings,
The new day sliding along
A razor thin precipice
First (Real) Snow?
Thick clouds rolling in
Winters tale will soon be told
Falling softly now
Children smile, hoping, seeking
The fallacy of lost time
Raindrops
Raindrops falling, Zen
Empty rhythm of misty
Covered mornings pass
For poetry and provide
Bliss to an empty cold soul
We Age
Time passes, we age
Children grow and move onward
What is to be done?
Grandparental bliss awaits
The cry of a newborn, joy
My Tears
I wipe away tears,
Liquid sorrow reminds me
Of tales not told, but
Sadness is the truth and the
Myopic reality
Change
Winds of change now blow
The seeds of sadness and strife,
Apocalyptic
Fervor clouds the mind, cautious
People think, drifting and lost
Our Best Friend
Mans best friend takes heed,
Alert, poised, ready to please
Absolute love shown
To us all, sparing nothing,
Unconditionally ours
Tears
Tears, flow from the pain
Like a rusty colored dream
Swirling behind the closed doors
Of the past, forever, now
Promise
Looking
Into the mist
Exhaling puddles of
Warm, moist air, crushing the now, hope
Reaching, grasping, promising more
Affirmations as the
Mist now burns off
Helpless
The Zen Hiker 