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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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…

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,

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to