Sitting, eyes shaded
Chirping birds tell lies of spring
Chill air tells the truth
Crunching leaves, I look
No undergrowth, trees barren,
Ghost squirrels chasing
Walking. Time dilates.
As crisp leaves drift to the ground
Winter can wait
Sitting, eyes shaded
Chirping birds tell lies of spring
Chill air tells the truth
Crunching leaves, I look
No undergrowth, trees barren,
Ghost squirrels chasing
Walking. Time dilates.
As crisp leaves drift to the ground
Winter can wait
Thank you Bernie….
Nice! Hey there, Bernie. I’m a fellow AWC member, and I just stumbled upon your blog. I like what you’ve done here.
Glad to hear from you. Thanks.