it's enough

 

Some things only seem to have happened

in the past

but somehow

never occurring

in the present

So Winter will turn to Spring

perhaps without notice

then Spring will

give way to Summer

in it's usual

foggy fashion

The lush green of the spring foliage

compliments the seasons new symphony

composed and performed

by the backyard song sparrows

The cat and I

water the garden

then sit for a moment

agreeing that for now

it's enough