Spring Morning
Spring morning with open windows…
My plans have been thwarted and my future looks bleak
But this morning… and maybe only today…
I sit in the soft breeze drifting by
Listening to the chatter of busy-body birds
And it reminds me of early summer mornings
Of my childhood
When everything felt possible
When any plan could be plotted
All the way…
…To the sky
When there were no boulders ahead
But only expectations of sunshine
Mingled with the scents of heat on fields and pastures
And sunscreen and swimming pools
And the whisper of corn standing tall
Under the rising moon of an early summer night.
Back then…
No thought was wasted on the harshness of winter
That would, invariably, come.