apple in a jar

jail cell of autumn delight

dreaming of release

seagull on steeple

dawn wind fluttering feathers

prayer for the day

first forsythia

bloom against biting March wind

they trust in heaven

color of butter

splashes across our ramblings

morning unfolding

seagulls sniff the spring

and tell of a storm at sea—

birds speak but to God

cherry blossom time

it’s such a cliché to say—

petal and cheek kiss

I hear birds singing

their chirping celebrates life—

serenade the day 

squirrels vacillating

whether to chase or to chew—

the day’s decisions