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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…