A Marvel

 

birds, dogs, cats can they remember?

is flight, great eyesight, a sixth sense

     such a marvel?

 

can man ever learn what they already know?

On Passing

 

an eagle flew over, 

     passing by me 

 

an owl landed near me,

     at twilight 

 

our lives seem to 

     flutter away 

Passion

each day opens another page.  

the leaves of the old book disappear. 

 

 

those who loved another read each page. 

 

those who have known passion wrote the book.