We speak of quiet’s gift:
Clues revealed for life’s next step.
Where? What? When? Known within.
Lacy verdant shafts
ascend: a hundred year’s growth
filters morning sun.
Candy colored homes.
Families walking, children playing,
dappled sun; all’s right.
Front porch at sunset.
My feet in your lap. You smile.
“Happy eighteen months.”
Corned beef, cabbage, soda bread.
Annual rite of spring.
Windows south and west:
Leaves glisten, buds pop, birds flirt.
Light glows all around.
Ni hao! Budapest
is lovely! Trailside stories
swapped, boughs spread wide … spring.