Detached but inseparable from the destructive whims of human behavior within nature, the yearning and the careless exist as interchangeable travelers in space together.
At differing times, in varying degrees, many of us have played the roles of both Lily (poetic prose below) and the one who picked her up briefly along the way.
Too early for lilies, I nonetheless searched for some hope of spring among the trees.
The air was crisp. Birds flitted from branch to branch. People walked with their pets.
For one sun flashing moment all seemed right in my speck of the world.
Walkers and paddlers seemed headed in bright directions at a harmonious pace.
But not so fast, a little bird seemed to say. Life rife with tragedies dealt Canada a recent blow that will bring great economic destruction. The
US is threatening its best trading partner and most reliable friend with extreme tariffs, betraying Canadians with bogus arguments, amid other bonds tossed in the trash like leftover summer flowers.
Sometimes when spring seems near, snow appears and we're left out in the cold.
