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

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…

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos