It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace