Its spring.
The peepers sounds in the pond.
Holding hands. Your blue eyes
Comforting. Sharing the birds flight.
The uplifting tree.
The tomato smells, the lawn being cut.
Your essence on me.
You call me to the kitchen.
We watch the Egret lift off.
The leaves are falling
Colored like a rainbow, the hot
Air balloon is rising.
The winter awaits us.
Were planning dinner.
Snow underlines branches.
Our spirit rises up
Embracing we hear the peepers..
