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.