Illusion
As the cold spring rain drips from tiny spring green leaves, birds quietly hide
in nest and eaves. The roosters crow encouraging the sun to shine through the
clouds but the depths of the clouds' moisture and gloom reach to the earth's core.
The illusion of sunshine radiates from the Forsythia's brilliant yellow blossoms like
an impressionist's painting radiating through the fog. The windchimes are gently
stirred by the northeasterly cold damp breeze.
a bird warbles
love notes to his mate ...
no answer
A throaty cheer-up, cheer-up, cheer-up or maybe he was sent to entertain
just me..
As the pines drip with fog's waterdroplets and their flowers drip with pollen's stores.
The moisture helps keep it from being blown about to cling to all building, cars, and
shores..
a quietness coats
spring grasses...
crow's caw stirs silence
The time out on the porch enriches the day. Thank you Lord for a few minutes
to pray..
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