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…

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

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

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life