.
Teething on a celery stalk
sitting in a tree
brother and sister together
joyful playing autumn leaves
some gold in these golden years
these many pictures held in time
as my own fade in memories
old, so very old
though pictures remain
the joy is lost
and found again
in my little chickadees
fully alive and growing
into whom I can not know
the snow falls thick and fast
soft and gentle
each
unique
the fleece is white as snow
bountifully the garden grows
yes didn’t I have
my Springtime in the Rockies
snow melt bath
embrace warmth of sun
for now
have I my chickadees
and
glee.