The Season

Sitting quietly on a rock, early to sunrise feeling the sun's tongue lick its wick gently against my face to erase the dew from my brow the season of old friendships has arrived daily a new connection or old renewed The waves roar to shore as always and I'm blessed to see a small troop pelicans skimming the surface just above the swell, gliding smooth the fisherman gather in their boats offshore later, they'll sell their catch of the day Friends walk by and wave We share a few words of what is latest wish vows of coffee and time spent together Then the morning presses in upon me my season at the gallery has begun soon I'll be surrounded by lively colors and hues Artist's visions of their world peer from shelves The season of giving is in every hand a bit of love to gather closely to our soul comfort and joy inside a package toasts to health abound in happy cheer December welcomes us with the holy star December 12, 2021