At The Boat Docks

A pocket full of rocks,
and whatnots, beach glass,
fresh water clam shell,
Oh, look!  A yellow finch!
and baby goslings!
The winds whipping the river
into white caps and waves lapping,
Giant puff clouds casting shadow
then sun, then shadow, and sun again.

Past crocus and daffodil, forsythia and hyacinth,
Now tulip and lilac and azalea and lily of the valley,
My world dances today,
full of green and growing things,
A wet mutt, with self-satisfied grin,
eying the geese as they drift closer,
He will give chase should they wander too near,
And grin happily when he swims back.

Daydream weather, dry and bright,
Sweet breeze filled with crabapple blossom,
Gentility in the air, reprieve from the harshness,
Time to breathe, to truly see.
Sit and watch the sun through closed eyes,
letting warmth recharge my brain.

In the rarity of moments like this,
a glimpse of what heaven must be,
An eternity of musing
on the shores of a sun-sparkled river,
Home, yes, home.  As it should be.