First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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…

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,