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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

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

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

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine