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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,