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

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

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

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

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

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.