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.
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2019
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