There’s no such thing as magic - she assured me all the time.
But then - as I lay there in the cool damp morning grass….
And as the sun rose the color of fire…
And as these magical sprites opened their arms and danced and sang…
I wondered - maybe for the first time - if there might be a different ending….
a different dance and different song…
to those promises that once were made me.
Spring Stills
When all the clatter and chatter subsides….
When everything stills and quiets…
I find myself free to walk among my own silent reflection.
Lone Tree
The trill of a distant red winged blackbird ..calling out for his mate
The gentle grace of a lone tree…
The taste of spring’s sweet earth.