Love on the Mild Side

“Look up,” he urged, “See the cardinal?”
“Where? Oh, there! I see her!”
“Not HER,”  he laughed. “His plumage gives away the gender.”

“That’s just wrong,” she sighed. “The guys have all the good stuff.”
“I agree,” he smiled. “After all, I have you.”


Glimpses

A glimpse of a 

red barn 

tucked behind a 

stand of trees 

calling me home

beckoning.

A sighting of a

cardinal flitting

branch to branch

calling to his

mate, come 

home.

If home is where

the heart is,

then home is 

where you are.