Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Listening to the sounds in the air, I hear the zooming wings of a swan passing by, high above.

As I’m not longer blindfolded and see a funny fly, dancing around the lavender, not yet time to blossom, to soon to hear the sound of the nightingale.

When the simple things bring a smile, I sense butterflies in my life, feeling springs aroma, wanting to break through.

As the light changes in the afternoon, perfect, soft, breezy and open. Not know what the next day will bring, I surrender to the changing seasons.

© Elke T.B. Stevens. 19/03/2021