Autumn gifts

As autumn wanes the leaves will fall.
In spite of rain we doubt that’s all.
I lift my eyes and search beyond.
Great gifts remain so near my pond.

Winter’s prescription

Take those bright flowers.
Even if they last an hour.
Tonic for your soul.

Gray skies

Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.

Just dance

Dance that gloom away.
Monday’s blues can bloom in twos.
My frog’s such a prince.

Views for free

It’s not Italy’s Amalfi Coast, or California’s Pacific Coast Highway.

The flyover state of Minnesota is my home.

I rarely travel anymore.

And I’m not a wealthy woman.

Yet maybe I am.

My rusty Subaru and I hit the roads early yesterday at 5:30 a.m.

We had a 7:00 appointment with the morning sunrise just across the border in Wisconsin.

And we made it just in time.

My just reward was a warm slice of spinach quiche from a nearby bakery, with sugary Swedish donuts laced with cardamon for dessert.

As to the Subaru, it was treated to a fresh quart of oil at the gas station.

Opening the car door, I noticed I still had plenty of coins left in my pocket for the drive back.

It seems the best things in life are still free.

Well, almost anyway.

Autumn gifts

Autumn views are gifts.
Grab your bike, or take a hike.
Open with your eyes.

Smiles in bloom

Stand and face the sun.
What a gift. A morning lift!
Autumn blooms in smiles.