A winter’s walk in sunshine

The sky is blue
A blue so very blue
The sun is melting all the snow.

On ends of trees hang little jewels
Falling gently now and then

Little puddles underfoot
Reflecting back the blue,
the gold.

Reflecting trees, the buildings too
Reflecting me, reflecting you.

Year's end is upon us
Gently it's coming to a close
Thoughts turning back,
and fast forward.

How was the spring,
the summer and the autumn.
What comes now and here Afters.

Thinking. Thinking.
Walking slowly on.
Under the glittering drops
That know just Now
No yesterday, no tomorrow.