~twelve a.m.~

 When the morning’s curtains open and the sunrays grasp the earth,

I shall open mine eyes, look around and take part in awakening my

life for one more day, I will listen to the aviary choir outside my

windowpane, harken to my spirit within to dance in rhythm with

Nature’s breath and play amidst the flora and fauna holding hands

with those whom I love and love me back until dusk and mine eyes

become weary again wishing to rest underneath a nocturn sky~

~being in the present~

 ~Hours and days go by so quickly now; being aware of the acceleration of moment to moment allows me to also be most attuned to the present, the awareness of observing the totality of my being present in this space and not just looking as being distinctly separate from all that surrounds me

I listen, I smell, I touch; hearing my breathing,

the whistling of the wind, the rustling and different

songs of birds in trees, the scampering and chasing

of squirrels coming to eat the peanuts I’ve left for

them. Smelling the waft of the winter snow gently

glistening from the moon’s beams, gliding down

not unlike the petrichor of drizzling rain in Spring

Then I observe our three canine rescues running

freely with joy from yard to yard of neighbors’ homes

playing in the snow as I stand with my lovely wife next

to me gently holding her hand with full knowledge

that our love has and will sustain for many years, those

already shared and those still remaining, aware of this

time by each other’s side, our love never waning~

when the spirit ceases to dance

death does not usurp 'Life', when eyes close indefinitely or the moment
when breath no longer resides within, but when the spirit ceases to dance
in the key of life, thus, this is the tragedy that doth avail the human spirit~

~Be Kind~

 

Mine eyes opened this morn with elation, being

comforted by the Cardinal’s mellifluous song and the

Blue-Jay’s caws, who stick around even in the cold of

winter, and with the white of snow covering branches

of conifers, maples and oaks, they ornament Winter’s

canvas with the radiance of crimson and blue~

 

My heart flutters with joy when awaken to this, for it is

a gift of one more day upon this floating verdant and

azure mundane abode, where my body is fortunate to

reside upon with the wealth of many years’ longevity,

sheltering the life of my soul, allowing my spirit to

dance, as a partner, to life’s verve~

 

Yet, beyond this gift of beauty, what I am heartened

and most grateful, is to being witness to life itself and

sharing the love of hearts, for having been given to me

whilst I have been capable of reciprocating, whether

in the sunlight and or moonbeams of a gentle Spring, but

more so when needed, in the travails of Life~

 

~be kind, give, Love, from this day on~