each moment grace
talking with friends of fears
as the rain falls

poetry, prose, and photography
each moment grace
talking with friends of fears
as the rain falls

Grateful for two things:
Surrounded by my dear friends
The warmth of sunlight
Gasping for more air
Tears now descending my face
Friend’s delightful wit
My child rides away
Supported by his friendships
Trees colors changing
Truth, laying hidden
In plain site, floating
Upon the spring breeze,
Raging winter storm
Or Autumn’s fallen
Leaves. Grasping
Hold of each sense,
Each sensibility, until
Reality becomes
Distilled down to
Bassest elements,
Life’s rawest truth.