BLUE SKIES SHINING FOR ME...

     

      
This is a day of blue skies. 
      
Between the gray winter clouds of this month, February has shone upon me with skies in the color I sometimes refer to as Infinite Blue.

For I look in every direction and the depth of the blue seems to have no beginning or end, but seems to go on forever.

Like my spirits on just just a day, under just such a sky.

                                 ~~Rose Moore 2-20-2016

SOUNDS OF FEBRUARY FADING...

I hear the sounds of a fading February:
Water dripping from the frieze of ice along the eaves,

Thuds of softened snow sliding from the roof onto the deck,
A song of freedom from a creek that struggled out of winter ice,

The falsetto howl of winds from higher lands above my valley, 
The croon of softer breezes that have strayed into the bottom land...

Now I hear an unexpected chirp.

I look up into the branches of a maple tree and see a robin

strutting happily along a horizontal branch.

He peers at me as if expecting my hello and welcome.

And I give that to him willingly.

 I am glad to see him.

                                ---Rose Moore, 2-19-2015