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

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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