The new year is now a week old. Too early to tell what it's going to be when it grows up. Today it woke up gray and overcast, almost like winter. McAllen, Texas is one of the few places where a day like this is celebrated as a climatic breakthrough. While most of the country bundles up and struggles with snow and ice, the sun almost always shines here (sometimes too much!) I hear a Great Kiskadee calling outside, and though I can't see him, I know that his bright yellow vest is all the sun I really need today.
I've been away from this blog for quite a while. I've been very involved with the poetry forum on Poem.Org and have neglected this blog in the process. To those of you who have been faithful followers all this time, thank you. To any newbies who find their way here, welcome. I'll definitely try to be a little more regular in my posting from now on.
The past, a seductive lover, beckons, "come". The present submits, minute by minute. The future knows it's only a matter of time...