(Written April 2020)
I live in a tree house.
As the trees turn green in the spring, my forest closes in around me.
Wraps me in branches filled with life.
I plant flowers on the deck and the blood red of the begonias reminds me that life can be violent.
Squirrels race across the deck to the trees on their rodent superhighway.
The first hummingbird of the season arrived today.
It drinks from the feeder, also red.
Red is a color of nature, blood, flowers, a cardinal looking for sunflower seeds.
I live in a tree house.
Full of sunshine.
Full of life.
Lovely poem, Kathleen.