I am sitting in dappled sunshine above a small pond. It is the first day of spring. Behind me, robins are scratching, a miniature flock of chickens, making a happy racket in the dry leaves and detritus of the long, hard winter. An enormous red-headed woodpecker thrums out a bongo rhythm in the distance ...
Sweet wind tickles my face
I walked on the side--walk today
He stands with strength, and his physical proves power
I wake up to the breeze as it flows to my bed
The storks line up
Standing on my porch, a cup of hot tea in hand, I watch the sun rise up over the jagged mountain tops, casting scattered shadows across the valley. I watch as the last patches of snow scattered across the grass begin to melt, the sun glinting off the packed snow crystals. The tiny icicles on the trees begin ...
The angel says don’t, the demon says do;
Cannot wait until Spring appears, to start a new Spring Garden, filled with Sunshine, Birds, Stones, Butterflies and Grasshoppers. Lots of rain drops to make the Garden Grow...
Racing through the mysterious dark trees,