A glade in the woods…
winter sunlight falling soft
through a break in the clouds
Over the highway
birds on the wire gathering
for the morning gossip
Highway in the night –
arteries of light, crossing
the dark, quiet earth
Over distant hills
gray clouds glowing with faint streaks
of autumn’s red dawn
In my final breath
your name, a prayer drifting –
incense in the wind
Rooted in Love 