I sit here on my patio, in February
absorbing the sun's rays...
fully-clothed and with a
a jacket and cap.
At least the two-o'clock winter sun
is pouring some vitamin D
into my bare face.
It is cold! Why am I out here?
Well, I try to think poetically
and see things...unseen things...
if one's not looking...
I want to see the grass bright green again...
I want to hear the doves of April...
coo again...
I want to smell the honeysuckle of May
again, in all its fragrance...
I want to feel and absorb the unsurpassed
coolness and freshness of
spring breezes...
I want to sit and watch the quarreling jays
in the top of the pine tree...
To be mesmerized by the little hummingbirds
hovering like miniature choppers
and having their fill...
To hear the children all over the neighborhood
running and laughing...with the joy
of life...
To see the rose bushes laden with roses
in full bloom...
To hear a mower, cutting grass, somewhere
far-off...at a distance...
To see and smell the Rose-of-Sharon
in bloom...
And above all, to look up and see the
friendly, fluffy, floating white clouds
soaring gracefully by,
as if they were
sailing ships
at sea!
O, but it is too early in the Earth's rotation
for all that...it is February...
I must enjoy what is here, now...
I know, if I sit here under the sun
awhile...
The Creator will speak to me...
and I will see...
other things.
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BY MIL
01/07/14
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