My favorite tree. Perfect for climbing draws my eyes with or without leaves, with or without children, with or without animals.
Left over history of small feet running back and forth. Like those in the sand they will only last a short while.
The cat that thinks he is a dog. Banished outside for bad behavior, he is no worse for wear. His fur has grown thick and oily to deflect the snow. Sun or snow he follows his boy every where, even to the neighbors homes to watch from beneath any waiting tree while they play a game of hockey, baseball or football.
On A Good Day
tiny crystals hit your skin
a cold sting brings a smile
white swirling skies, a childs dream
snow days are a Suprise Christmas
On a Bad Day
Everyone drives too fast or slow
Breaks may or may not work
Pretty bits of moisture will ruin a good hair day
Will I ever be warm again ?