Thursday, April 24, 2014
I woke up this morning and went outside
With a jacket buttoned against the wind.
I felt Sun’s warmth upon my face
As Spring danced around me,
With flowers in her hair.
This afternoon I stood on Mount Baker
With all his mighty beauty,
I waded in some flowing water,
And the Sun was warm.
Now walking in the noise of silent trees;
I feel the cold and I’ll try to be without her
Till She returns.