What Are They

What are they
These little birds
That come in the snow
And eat the seeds?

A New Sheriff in Town

I wonder
What it is
About human nature
That makes me
Slow down
and my blood pressure
Speed up
Each time I pass
Our sheriff.

I would say it's
Just me,
But I've watched
Others too.

With his hand on
The steering wheel
Of his old marked car.
He sits still
All through the day
Protecting his route
Eighty-nine.

Come to think of it
He there at night
As well.

Diligent he is but
He stops not a soul.
You would think then
I'd relax as I drive by
But no, it happens
Each time I look
I check my speed
And wonder
About guilt.

Snowflakes

Swirling, twirling flakes
Of snow dance just outside of
My window today

Back to Our Adventures

We are back to our adventures,
The ones that made me fall in love
The ones where we go exploring
All that is around us
And come to know
And love what we have and where we are
We went to Plumas Eureka state park
And hiked to the lake and met a lovely couple with a puppy.
The next week I knew exactly where to take me friends sledding.
We also found a little cafe
(Rare to be open at this time of year)
We are going back this morning for breakfast
A lovely morning with my husband
And who knows what we will find today.