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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.