As you move further away
You move closer
Does the earth turn
Fast or slow?

A screen door caught by the sudden breeze
Slams in the warm sun
Bare feet covered with mud
Run through the wet grass

What do the perennials think
When covered by the ice and snow
Of the long winter
Like the bear...they merely live in dreams

Like me
The sky prefers silence
A thunderous thunder clap brings thick black clouds

Someone is smiling ~