Voices call from all

around me sitting in the

       public library. 

Dry leaves, bare branches,
many big trees blown over -
       walking Presque Isle trail.

And blue sky, blue lake, some verbal ponds (see today's Mining Journal) and stretches of muddy trail. All in all, really nice!

Father/Mother God,

in whom we live and move and have our being -

Evening comes and in the quiet darkness

we are grateful that you do not leave us alone,

but are with us through this night

and into tomorrow.

We rest in your love and care. 

Flour, sugar, salt,

baking powder, oil, milk, eggs -

         waffles for breakfast! 

 Warm sun, gentle breeze,

 birds sing, all is harmony -

      in my mind? the yard?  

On the lawn is Bugs(1);

on the pond are seven ducks;

       on the couch - is me! 

 (1) a rabbit friend - but not necessarily one that I could identify as opposed to another. 

 Yellow daffodils
gathering on the hillside -
        infiltrating May.