Bright nights and brilliant days
The moon slowly turning
or reaching its Easter full.
The day time skies dry and clear,
so the full strength of a newly roaring sun,
as it leaves its solar minimum,
is fully seen and felt.
Bees, birds and butterflies
and i no longer feel like i am in New England,
rather fully south in Virginia somewhere.
A garden beging without me,
volunteer sprouts spring without my bidding.
I in turn am tired,
no more adventures to puch
or risks to take.
i'll wait for another time again.