Morning Stretch

The air smelled clean Refreshed and new Along the rustic path The spring air blew It came from somewhere I could not yet see Citrus floral notes From where could they be? Walking further Rounding the bend ahead A magnolia arose From its garden bed With a morning stretch Sweetest perfume spread

No Apologies

Just as moments come Moments always go Without a warning As the wild winds blow Tossed here and there And then stuck between Forever searching For what it all means Even when the warning Is plain to see It’s a guess How rough the road will be Enjoy the journey No apologies