Welcome back again

It's a beautiful day to make a new choice. I want to name my blog--new every day----because I believe we're renewed if we accept the renewal. Saved if we accept the gift.

I truly wish I had a new chance to live. fact is, I do we do --you do, too!

Long files of geese go the wrong way
into the north where the green grass never grows, they lay
their mournful voices on the air like a train
we winter survivors stand below and pray.

To the gods of green, the smell of loam
In this ecstatic joy of driving home
In the light with mowers shaving the first green shoots
While blue sky softens in the evening gloam.

Summer blazes, autumn’s a fire
mosquitos sting, the rain brings muck and mire
But the day is longer and warmer and full
Of hope -- the sun is a flag of truce, climbing higher