Carolina farmhouse

I had past the house,
Only twice before.

Alone and peeling,
standing in the tobacco field.

It struck me as a bit sad each time.
unloved by family and weather-
overseeing a crop that was destined
for weathered lips and worn out lungs.

But then I saw it in the Carolina spring.
Its paint peels were curls of feathered lead.
The field was a riot of purple blooms-
tickling the foundation.
And the pillar that held the front porch had collapsed.

The house was smiling in its grand fade.

The acceptance was joyful.

hello and welcome green creepers and morning glories.
hello and welcome little critters who play at twilight on my crooked grin.

do not feel sad passerby,
I am returning to the sweet dark smelling earth
to begin again.

Gobblers on the Green

Driving down Route 80 yesterday as the sun set, I spotted up ahead a small hillside where the snow had melted. There was a patch of green and brown amidst the never ending sea of white and gray.

As we got closer, I saw that it was teeming with animals- a whole flock of turkeys were scratching the ground and goofing around together.  They looked like they were having a party! Two small deer watched on the edge- little wallflowers looking enviously at the green dance floor.

It was a lovely sight (Oh Spring how we will appreciate your blooms and colors this year!)

Thank you gobblers on the green for the gentle reminder to celebrate the changing seasons.  I am so grateful for the opportunity to once again discover all that has been slumbering these long months -

tucked under Mother Nature's thick white quilt.