Outside my window,
The cardinal’s cheerful call
Pierces the daylight.
Skat@2020
Outside my window,
The cardinal’s cheerful call
Pierces the daylight.
Skat@2020
All is well with us
Tell me you’re fine too, in this
Surreality
Skat@2020
Finally, fresh air
Windows open, allowing
Birdsong to blow in.
Skat@2020
New buds at tree-tips
Bringing God’s silent message—
The promise of Spring.
Skat@2020
Morning drug of choice
Quickens my pulse until I
Feel reborn again.
Skat@2020