Like the fluttering of a leaf on the wind
Or a ride in a stormy night
Our days move minute by minute, in a deep humming, like webs of music — and our beating hearts
If we just take the time to look, feel and listen —there in the silence, which really isn’t silent
Wonder is there— in the sparkle of the lasting stars, at the moon’s edge, in the black silver night
The glimpses of beauty are there.
From my world to your heart,