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2021, a difficult year for me, hope 2022 lightens up! Happy New Year my friends.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
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…
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.