I bumped into an old friend today
hanging around the Dogwood tree.
We’ve been separated for months
seems like years.
The air between us had grown chilly
my colorful world turned gray
until today..when the wind sent an urgent whisper..
Oh, hey Bud..I’ve missed you terribly.
An embarrassing tear of relief quickly brushed away.
“We go through this every year..I never left..you did…
you toss your spirit and hope out with the Christmas leftovers.
I always come back..when will you learn?”
Never, I think.
Thank God, my Bud is back.