Introspection

I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring. The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring. The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm. He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm. Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers. Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers. Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction. I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction. I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm. Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm. The days whern I met life head-on is part of history. In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.