Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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,

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

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.