Bienvenue

I ran all the way to the Bradley’s farm, Stopped to say hello, then I ran back home again. Heard the gravel crunch underneath my feet On the fire lane; happens every now and then. Bienvenue. Watched a chipmunk dart through the rocks and ferns, As a heron soared just above the tallest tree, And a hummingbird buzzed a fuchsia bloom By the cabin wall; just the way it’s meant to be. Bienvenue. Bienvenue, green and blue, Perfect texture, perfect hue, Perfect day for missing you. Bienvenue. Through the morning mist on a spring-fed pond, I can hear the wail of the loon’s unearthly laugh, And I only wish you were here with me In the northern woods sharing summer’s epitaph. Bienvenue.