Author: maiamom

I like to think that Man is good.

But sometimes I don’t know.

I watch my country struggle,

and my doubts begin to grow.

There’s stirring life beneath the snow.

It’s faint.  But, life begins to grow.

Be patient.  Wait.  Because we know

that soon – quite soon –  spring starts to show.

It’s almost time for crocus blooms.

For tulips. Daffodils.

It’s almost time for growth of green

to cover mountains, hills…

It’s almost time for warmer wind…

…for robins in the air.

It’s almost time to feel the spring

come bursting ev’ry where.

Tomorrow is another day.

Who knows what it may bring?

I offer you the fervent hope

that it will make you sing.

The earth is cold

beneath the snow.

Yet, tulip bulbs

prepare to grow.

May this day be filled with miracles.

And may those miracles show

that your life is filled with miracles.

And may those miracles grow.

The morning’s quiet.

White with snow.

The schools are closed.

The kids don’t go.

I have a lot of plans. Instead,

I think I’ll hop back in to bed.

The clouds have loosed their cover

so the sun’s come out to play.

It’s hard to find more beauty

than a sunny Northwest Day.

“May you live in interesting times.”

You must agree:  We do!

I’d like a little boredom,

if it’s all the same to you.

I’m counting up my blessings.

The number is so high

that my count of many blessings

reaches nearly to the sky.