Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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