Now that I am back home,
there are still the birds
and the sky,
the sunshine on green leaves
and the fresh morning air
on my face
when I first step outside
to water the garden,
trying to make of my little home
a dwelling place of beauty and love.
Tag: simple things
Comfort
The grieving heart takes comfort
in little things
like blueberry muffins with butter
and feeding crumbs to the crows,
who swoop down to my garage roof
like silent grateful shadows
to gather them.
Just East Of Crazy Land 