Such wondrous things are all around if only I remember to keep my eyes open . . .

It’s Time

It’s time

to hitch up my skirts

pick up my feet and

run like a madwoman

howling gleefully

shrieking with wildness

through the weedy grass

through the prickly woods

across the stinging rush

of that icy brook

and leap headlong

back into full-fledged life

Brilliant things await me!