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

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

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.

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

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…