Holly trees, pushing red berries, beckon squirrels to breakfast.
Chirping cardinals on this cloudy morn.
Deciduous trees beginning to bare hidden branches.
Life cycling in and out.
Here I sit in the middle of it all.
Christ is mystery…
Squirrels busily bending branches to fill their bellies.
I marvel at survival’s bursting energy.
Chirp, chirp; leaves falling; Bluejay chimes behind me.
Mockingbird sings, eyeing me as she flies away.
My heart swells with love for our Creator.