It's a long story …

a light-hearted look at life by Tresha Barger

When the mountains are blue
Ravens fly with the dawn’s chill
Blurred to the river below

Raven in northern New Mexico

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