Cerulean Sunday

a cool breezes moves across the leaves of the butterfly bush and walnut tree they are waving in the green of lawn the radiant cerulean sky the home of humming birds and bees I wonder how I will spend the time left not watching angry news and lies what will time allow what will the weeks, months or years be how will I spend them what will my body allow me more than my quandary more than just my pondering indeed for all of us I sense a timeless mystery.