Pink Sky

Sunrise December twenty-third, Awaken alarmed eyes raised skyward, Not blue nor still black sky saw I, Deep rosy pink vista filled my window, As if in days gone by, A sweet voice I heard, Mom was telling her middle child, Pink sky in morning sailer take warning, Pink sky at night, Sailor delight! Lost mom

Smells like

Fall in the air Fall smells leafy and restful Spring buds pop Spring smells fresh in March first sounds Pitter patter droplets tumble Kissing gentle limbs recalling foliage April wildflowers in Iowa rise Golden slippers , Dutchman breeches New England asters,Lillies of the valley Some just lovely some lovely and Deadly Peonies,daisys, Iowa Irish farmer

Comic relief

Global Change is a legacy too.