
the good and the bad
finding goodness in all things
precious is each life
whether I can see
doesn’t matter to the sun
it can’t change its path
little wispy clouds
the fullness of the moon
all things are passing
to live well and love deeply
all that we can hold on to
equinox sunrise
or as close as one gets
on the way to work
full moon behind clouds
eve of autumn equinox
a cold front blows in