Sunday Stroll - Winter in the Middle of Spring

Let's go!

The dogs are ready.

The sky is blue.

The snow is resting,

in deep comfort,

all along the trail.

We can rest ourselves,

in the arms of the Angel Tree,

near the edge of the creek.

Do you hear the creek welcoming us,

as it runs beneath the ice?

There are art pieces every where,

I see a face here, looking north.

There is a wide sweeping trail

cut through the cattails

at the south end of the marsh.

Perhaps it will lead us to spring.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.