Tag: The Season

Season of the present

on a warm spring day – no past, no future – moment by moment just be…

When they bloom

white tree buds at noon; I hear a melody as they open and bloom


shining sun – you go outside where the returning cold freezes your smile


in February expect snow, rain and warmth; also – expect nothing


beginning of spring – not in the flowers, birds or trees – but in yearning hearts