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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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…

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with