Auschwitz ~

Spring came.

The ice melted,

Flowers refused to show,

The birds skirted round.

from: The Auschwitz Poetry

Covid-19 ~

It is quiet in quarantine, but I can hear the birds chirping.

Winter ~

The gradual transition . . .

Open Mine Eyes ~

Despite all my neglect, He lets spring come again to greet me at my window.

Time Passing ~

Spotted the red tinge at the top of the maple tree--first saddening signs of autumn.

Autumn ~

It is the early reddish tinge on the leaves of the oak tree that make for melancholy.

First Signs ~

And inside, things are already happening: hope, strength, expectation . . .

Visitors At My Window ~

We keep eyeing one another.

June Is Bustin' Out All Over ~

It was one of those quiet beautiful Saturday mornings . . .

Anticipation ~

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So bitter cold this week. Ice and snow. 

I stand at my window and think about my path along the edge of the woods. That will be happiness: to walk there, quietly, in the summertime, with the sun shining on my back.