streaming sunshine passes through
there are no morning limits while
the sun moves across the sky...
feeders for birds in tiny form hang
from the eves of the porch swaying
in the gentle breeze of the spring
easily enveloping the valley and
its green surroundings encouraged
by premature seasonal rains...
time slides to a gradual pace as
the valley's inhabitants move like
the tortoise in the fairy tale race,
we sit on porches and watch the
grass and the rabbits that scamper
along the ground being barked at
by dogs inside of enclosures...
our thoughts are mixed and un-
encumbered, laying on the floor
of all our uncertainties waiting
for the decline of the sun and the
end of another valley daydreaming.
12 May 2022
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