The Buds of Spring


Remember the forest had been ablaze of color

Then all the leaves had fallen

Creating mosaic patterns on the ground

The silhouette of trees

Stand against a icy blue winter sky

Yet when we look close

We see the buds

Waiting for that season

Which brings us the hope of spring

A Falls’ Walk


A falls’ walk down a leaf- littered road

Met up with a couple who were walking their dogs

They said loudly as they got close

“Don’t worry, they’re friendly”

My mouth opened,

Before my brain had a chance

” I’m sorry, I wish I could say the same”

We all chuckled as we headed in our own directions