A hint of green

More about trees...life giving

and breath supporting. Yet,

today’s winter mantle is all about beauty.

Evergreen, the pine stands tall,

the oaks and native undergrowth pause

for a brief winter’s rest. A hint of green

assures me that spring is near.

A new view

From the train window

I saw a mountain, towns

and Spring blooming fields 

for the first time.

It was a landscape

that I had driven through

a hundred times

and saw the road.

A little boy

A little boy, perhaps 2 or 3

hair nearly white, curling in ringlets,

intense blue eyes, observant,

but shy. It was me, I thought

as I sat across from him on the train.

In reflection, it was me only

from one photo and reminiscences of great aunts:

simply an observer of then and now.

Misty day

Cold winter mist surrounding me

like a cloak. Walking in the shelter of trees

and overhangs, inward and chilled.

Suddenly, behind the western clouds

a moment of warmth as the hidden sun sets.

Bird language

Chattering birds in an overgrown bush

near a Victorian cottage…I stopped

to identify the birds and their song. (Wrens)

As soon as it was clear that I remained below, a threat,

the chatter changed into a back and forth warning.

Branch to branch, lower to upper. I moved along.

Across the street, an entirely different and joyous bird

was singing in the sundown. I paused.

Busy sidewalks

Sidewalks crowded and unruly

confusing, folks walking in patterns I can’t discern.

Not quite dark, but nearly a full moon lurking over the City. 

Could that be the cause?

Perhaps I am just out of step.

Perhaps.

Sunset

Sunset is glorious, yet ending.

Tonight, I hear my grandmother

singing “sunset and evening star,

and one clear call to me”. Oh,

to achieve life so simple,

just one clear call.