i

love to

have coffee

in the morning

with mother nature;

she always reminds me

to live life in the moment

for the moment is all there is–

the future will never come to be

and the past is water under the bridge

–photo by me

though mornings break

and evenings fall

they never make

a sound at all

for clumsy dawn

and tipsy dusk

exist upon

the thinnest cusp

they’ll never know

the wondrous light

or undergo

the dark of night

but dwell in time

all of their own–

a murky kind

of twilight zone

–photo by me

Yea, though I walk

Through the valley

Of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil

For thou art with me

–Photo by me