A bright triangle of sky gleams at the gray edge of cloud, between a neighbor’s sloping roof and hemlocks huddled, whispering tales.
I barely noticed chiclet-sized buds on our front maple’s branches. Today they are blossom-kisses. My heart is light like the spots between rain-spits outside our smudgy windows.
It’s difficult to determine what caused the overall heaviness against which I butted and strained lately. Did we in this house battle a virus’s lingering effects? Should we have taken pills to ease sadness at its first attack? Or have I overreacted to everything, a fat goose waddling around mucky shores when the air spoke Spring and Flight and Northern Fields?
All I know is, today my heart is lighter, like the brightening sky outside, beyond maple, hemlock and a ridge of familiar-faced hills.
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2 comments:
I'm glad your heart is lighter! :-)
.."a fat goose waddling around mucky shores when the air spoke Spring and Flight and Northern Fields.."
Fantastic writing, Deanna.
I feel like that duck today........waddle waddle waddle......I'll look for a bright triangle.
Hope you've found one, dear friend.
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