Moving along this winding road
Turning endlessly into itself
We meander step by step
Taking care to enjoy the journey.
Laughter cast upon a rising sun
Running after rabbits like dogs at a race
Meeting the passing spirit with a smile
And glancing through a sale of a memory or two.
We pass these signs each and every day
Out then in returning to start
Startled by a braided skin chain that waits in death
Orange-red flecked serpent still.
Coins fall into the metal box
Open sesame the door falls forward
Gather the daily rag to see nothing new
As the white picket fence beckons
The lukewarm coffee waits
As we catch our breath
Spiraling down into steady rhythm
Let the day begin
Thoughts on this morning, our walk and jog this time with the girls, chasing rabbits and startled by a dead snake curled on the road….eeek….they scare me senseless…..stopped at a yard sale and got the paper too…we will see what else the day brings….more iced tea definately…..peace, love and a gentle Sunday to you my friends. 💜K