Looking Up to the Sky

Gazing in the distance, I

recall happy memories and

allow my creative spirit to enter.

Facing the sky now, the

clouds form shapes and

the child in me finds objects.

Little children enjoy the game

Of naming the shapes they see.

A face.  An angel.  A hand.

My head to the side now,

I spy a running dog.  And

just as quickly, it is gone.

Recalling those lazy summer

days in the Sturbridge backyard.

Carefree. Imaginations flow.

Calm and content. Everything is

perfect for this moment. Warmth

flows within.  I sigh happily as

the smell of pot roast tickles my

nostrils.  Anticipation of dinner.

I extend a note of gratitude to

all my readers and followers on

WordPress as I celebrate 7 years

of blogging.  Thank you all.