Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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,

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

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.