Sunday the end of an uninteresting week.

Or is it the beginning of something totally

wonderful, Ashley did turn 28 this past week

Me I turned in circles which is nothing new.

It feels like a weekend to get lost in the songs

of Harry Chapin and Billy Joel

Spring morning

Upon a hill

Cool wet grass at my back

...

Cotton white tendrils

trace the sky

Memory remnants

of winters snow

...

Distant trees beckon

crow in flight

Geese call from unseen lake

Stray ant tickles

hair on back of hand

Scent of cut grass

floats on the morning breeze

...

From mountains pull

to oceans song

My body is open

to all that is

...

The soul touches

what the mind

does not understand

ccd 2010