Spiral moments

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

With peace.

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