Pure Joy!

the wind blows too hard

there are too many piles on the desk

day light leaves too early

it feels too cold too soon

too much to do

and so with my back burdened with too little, too much, too many

I enter the barn...

they run to my feet

all they want is some milk, some food, some kindness

Pure Joy

With wild abandon they play

Pure Joy

I laugh & cry and feel too lucky