glad i wiggled my toes in the sunshine yesterday,
glad i slipped into something a little more comfortable;
the cold she be coming, and that means once-again socks,
never mind the flowers outside.
the forsythia has awakened to keep the paperwhites company
and tulip trees are waltzing with camellias,
our annual february valentine's dance,
the cold always stopping by to remind us it is winter still.
it was daylight yesterday when i headed home.
no flashlight needed to find the stairs to find the parking lot,
and they have painted the outside of our work-a-day building,
cream with just a bit of butter melted into the mix,
the softest of palest palest yellows.
a perfect frame for the warmer yellow of our front room.
i am glad i painted over the blue walls.
medicine for my soul.