Flying

One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!

Springtime

After a long winter
The season life loves
Arrives known as
Spring. Green sprouts
Pop up on bushes and
Trees, marigolds are
Everywhere. The
Natural world wakes
Up and all living
Things rejoice.

Spring

Gray cold days, barren trees,
No flowers, seasonal affective
Disorder flourishes. If it were
Not for Thanksgiving and
Christmas, one might as well
Hibernate. But there is hope.
Spring is coming, warmth and
Growth and the promise of
Renewal of life everywhere.