|1 hour old grandson|
I could write about the snow that is said to be falling this week.
Or how it might be rain.
I could write about how the trees have gone to sleep,
Or how they will awake in spring.
I could write about how hearts can break.
Or how hearts can mend.
Instead, I will write;
snow or rain, broken heart or mended,
trouble or trifles,
Nothing is safe,
but all is well.