when my soul comes to rest
may it find its way here
where the sunsets
are a pink flame
upon the horizon
and the air is clear,
the winds calm
it was born in this place
of deep blue waters,
nurtured in this land
of piney evergreens
here let it rest
amid fond memories,
gazing with love
across the bay
Tag: hope
Seasons Change
the memory of summer becomes more distant as fall imposes a firmer hand; the vibrant greens shift to muddied yellows; do not be fooled by the fiery rainbows in the trees, look to the ground: the dying season is upon us; spring will come again, its green brightness followed by the golden suns of summer, Nature's promise: hope - so too in the varied winters of life