Sound is muffled in lovers ears
With the pounding of their hearts
Racing from all their fears.
We hear life’s music in its hustle and shuffle
And become doubtful of the truth.
Never deciding on what our hearts are to wear;
or, we should go naked, as we should go, before You
—accepting my knee.
Blossoms are near, as well as the seed catalog.
Winter supplies are low.
We discuses what we liked and what we will not sow.
Of course, not because of taste or preference,
But, what our garden could not grow.
The mountains are responding
to the spring sun. Awakening the deep valleys below.
Streams are slowly filling from the melted snow,
As we in Center Sandwich NH
Open our windows and open our doors.
*Photo by R.K. Garon outside Kathleen’s cottage on Holderness Rd. Center Sandwich, NH