Warm days in the Midlands

Four decades have passed,Through storm, fire, disease, and drought,The maple revived. Shady reflections,Passing atop tall grass seas,A moment's reprieve. The buzzing of bees,And the rustle of petals,Make me long for home. Distant music plays,Voices call from the long past,Summer has begun. An old cat lies down,Languid eyes close for some sleep,Just another day.

Spring snows fall

Coffee is too hot,But outside is chilly cold,So it feels just right. Even in these warm months,Glittering snow often falls,Stolen breaths and dreams. Spring snows fall slowly,Caught in cool winds and light gusts,So they dance, not fall. Grey and blue sky meet,Cascading shadow paintings,Such depth in nature. The cat is happy,Winter blankets come again,For a … Continue reading Spring snows fall