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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light