May crabapple blooms
filling the afternoon sky
bring a spring of hope

sometimes we need love
from an animal reaching 
for a hand to hold

my Tuesday night win:
how perfect is spaghetti 
when first poured in pan?

spring brings us fresh blooms
so soft, so in need of sun
so willing to wilt

pathways to future 
are never perfectly set
and always rocky

i need happiness

so i ordered mood-boost tea

maybe a bit much