Delight

(Scribbled under shimmering trees in a moment of solitude.) I am an ant. Just a jolly, shiny little fellow, skittering across a leaf. A crackly, golden leaf—one that only an hour ago sailed merrily to the ground. The warm crumbly ground, where thousands of other contented leaflets lie. Leaves that embraced the spring sun, twirledContinue reading “Delight”

All This Happiness

Do you also smell the smoke from spitting bonfires? The freshly-cut cornfield that rustles no more? Do you hear the yellow carpet crackling under a squeaky wheelbarrow? The hundred geese ca-honking? Do your eyes linger on the shimmering groves tucked among folds of fields? The subdued grain and grasses? Does your tongue tingle with spicyContinue reading “All This Happiness”