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

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

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

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

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,

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to