Moments

At times
It is hard to remember
All the good in the world
Despair is a cruel teacher

Grapple with thankfulness
And accept the grace of love
That comes, truly, it comes
Often unexpectedly

This Sunday Afternoon

The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind

A first thought this early mornĀ 

​A gentle breeze blows 

Branches scrape against my house 

This brusque goose-like cry

Startles me abruptly