Yesterday I walked in falling snow, today the garden is covered in white, hummingbirds remind me it’s getting late in May, walking in clouded sunshine, in falling snow, winding through mountain and pine, last flakes in downward flight, reflect the sun’s foggy light, now I walk in sunshine, in the rain, winding past boulders, sunlight and raindrops on my shoulders, then the sound of thunder rumbles in the air, up on the mountain, on the peak they call Bear, rolling down into the valley in the mist, in the drizzle, lightning crackles, rain falls like tears, the sun disappears , the wonder, the thunder, the glow, the snow, enjoying the pace, nature’s embrace, and wishing only for a world with no rich, no poor, more than enough at every door