sticking my nose where it belongs

into the lilac bush
and the misty morning air

into the orange
i eat

and my grandson's sweaty
little
neck 


"And the world itself - can I have been unhappy, living in Paradise? What keen, tingling sunlight there was! The mere smells were enough to make a man tipsy - cut grass, dew-dabbled mosses, sweet pea, autumn woods, wood burning, peat, salt water. The senses ached. I was sick with desire; that sickness better than health." 
                                             C. S. Lewis, in Surprised by Joy

april question

i asked myself
this
morning

what might i
do

if there were
no spring

no hope
nor hue



*But there "is" spring. There "is" hope. And i am thankful.

“Come away my beloved

For now winter is past

The rain has ended and gone away….

The blossoms appear in the countryside

The time of singing has come…..

And the turtle dove’s cooing is heard

In our land. . .

Come away my beautiful one.”

                    Song of Solomon

small things

there are raindrops

on my windows

this morning

thousands of them

one nestled 

next to another

sent to reflect the sky’s grey

and the tender way

of small things

“Do not despise the day of small things……” 

                                                        Zech. 4:10

It's been raining several days now and i am still amazed by the way tiny drops of water can change the look of things. And to think of the life they are sustaining .........