In the Soup

Serenaded by robin song, we begin
our early morning routine.
My seasonal allergies made worse
by dense fog,
I walk
repeating the mantra:
I am well.
I am strong.
My lungs are clear and I can breathe easily.


No comments:

Haiku [untitled]

Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.