fresh cut apple tree sawdust
light as duckling down
rests beneath late March blossoms
fragrances mingle
with the first buzzing bees –
songbirds perched
search for the perfect note
greeting the sunshine
springtime finally granting the Pacific Northwest
postcard mornings
and stress free
smiles
while driving –
arriving at Prison
the daybreak starlight
casts orange shadows
on pale blue walls
cobwebs flutter in soft breezes
and three blueish pigeons
coo their 'Hello' as I pass –
pleasantries and handshakes
at daybreak
warm sun and warmer greetings
as the education floor
buzzes
like the bees in the orchard –

She found solace in the ripples of water.
Distortion was her escape,
While mirrors were a matter for another day.

Time's a kite
Still flying
We hold on