Can you see my bench?
Almost center, up against that naked tree?
A bit of color that supported us through a
Long very white winter.
I don’t remember ever sitting there,
just over the Hudson.
Too busy racing on my life path
Back for forth with bundles
From car to home and back again…
But I can now slow down, grab the camera
and smile in shadows of warm sunshine,
as spring allows us to move into a world of