Welcome Home

Watching with care,
Waiting in welcome,
Windows of the soul.

You’re late. Where are you?

Umbrellas

Are you thinking rain, grey skies and puddles on the street?

As the Gershwin classic goes, “It Ain’t Necessarily So”.

Umbrellas can mean blue skies …

and sunshine …

and days at the beach.

They can mean that, but not in Toronto. Not in March 😦

To borrow from Elizabeth Barrett Browning,

How will I miss thee?
Let me count the ways …

None, zero, not at all.

I will not miss you
Wet, white, cold.

I will not long for your chill embrace.
I will not pine for your ice and sleet.

I will not miss you winter mine.
I will not miss you,
Not not one flake.

Hello, Florida 🙂

Last Wednesday I looked up ….

And smiled 🙂