this morning is filled
with the glow of sunshine,
blue sky,
the gentlest whisper
of a breeze,
and the promise
of spring
in the yellow
of an early daffodil’s bloom
sighing content sighs
and smiling a serene smile
as this new day dawns
anew
Spring makes my heart sing
Can you tell?

spinning

“Put on a happy face.”
words from my childhood
“Never let ‘em see you cry.”
words that echo in my head
I am a spin master
I can talk about anything
and everything
under the sun
or under a gray
and cloudy day
I can deflect
and reflect
and run my own game
I may fool a stranger
and new acquaintance
others though,
those closest,
know how to see behind
a smile too bright,
eyes a bit weary and damp,
to the heavy heart within
they put an end
to the spinning
with a hug
as the smile fades
tears fall
it’s OK
for them to see me cry
I am loved
by Him

as morning comes
the sky brightens
it’s been a few days
since we’ve seen
a glow on the horizon
with a hint
of the morning sun
oh, how I hope
that today will be
a blue sky day
to feel the warmth
of the winter’s sun
on my face
and drink in the beauty
of varying shades of blue
across the heaven
perhaps with wisps
of white clouds
if we’re lucky
the day is filled
with promise
as morning comes

it was a Zebra Socks kind of day here
kind of wild at times, though not exotic
I was thankful for their warmth
in the melting snow drizzle
their whimsy made me grin
as I moved about the house
in my zebra stockinged feet
and remembered
the zebra skin
yes, from A Real Zebra
that hung on the wall
next to my bed
during my teen years
brought home from Africa
during my aunt’s Peace Corps years
all that, from a pair of socks
fashioned from black and white fibers
I’m sleepin’ in them too
it’s time for Zebra Dreams
goodnight