Stop & listen. Watch.
Smell. Are there any?
Feel–the cold on your face, the wind.
See the sun. Been a stranger–hanging
out with the clouds. Such uppityness.
The birds all hatched and grew to full
size in one day, it appears.
Like bees buzzing in the trees.
Breathe deeply. The air is fresher
than anything inside.
I don’t blame people not braving
the cold. I just bundle up and go.
Solitude and peace are their own
smooths the ruffles
rests the soul.
Photograph © Dennis Frates Photography http://www.fratesphoto.com/