Pastel fluffy clouds,
as I drive westward in flight;
eagle captures sight.
If painted by an Ukiyoe artist,
the sky would appear to be closer,
to my recollection, than any words
that I may have to offer.
As if lifted upon eagle’s wings,
spring breeze soars through open windows.
My car slows down upon arrival;
the San Franciso Peaks tower majestically,
over this blessed day, replete with snowcaps.
Never before, have I had this sense of freedom; having left everything behind me, the new horizon seems endless. I digress, for this is but a moment in time, captured by the pen; yet, the actuality lives on. Having received a perpetual blessing, it seemed at the time; now, I realize that while memories like this never seem to fade, time continues to take its toll on my life. Still, nearby the peaks, sheltering in place, daily blessings are renewed like the cycle of the sunset and sunrise.