It's a long story …

a light-hearted look at life by Tresha Barger

Spring breezes, autumn leaves
A child’s laughter, a puppy’s bark
Holding hands on the porch
Abandoned, forgotten
Even the ghosts have fled

Rain falls as a cloud’s
Only possible action
Not for the tree’s need

Grandmother’s garden
With spring’s sunshine and rainbows
Where I make my home

Winged visitor
Seeking shelter from the storm
Waiting for sunshine

A butterfly on my boot as I sat on the front porch

Years and years of drought
Old trees fall, dust storms blow
And then the rains came

Front yard lake