Now….and Again

Blossoms tease the senses now,

budding as they are into first bloom.

Predicting to the birds they might soon

have places to hide

And to the bees, some work to do.

To we who watch it all unfold,

a promise and a reminder.

One more round begins

and isn’t that the message.

Everything, everything has a rhythm

and---even we--- goes in cycles,

which always, always begins and ends

in this moment, again.

Comments

[jim Lynch]

even old white guys?

good one dude!
j