My Feelings Today.

The sun shines through the open window; there is peace and no sound.
In the light breeze the pine needles stir.
There is one living alone in her house,
In her sadness sitting, with the door closed against the Spring flowers.

Her memory is of past times as she turns her thoughts around
her inmost secret, which has been given to the blue jays.
Across the road there is talk and laughter,
Can it be that happiness is only for her neighbors?

Artie