April Day I went outside today and paused — for there was something different in the air. I inhaled dirt and budding green and hints of times of lightness and easy, mellow hours. I heard the merry songs of meadowlarks unlike the winter bird notes of “We will persevere and hold our ground.” I breathed an essence in that clarified my inner space like shaking out a sodden cloth to flutter in the wind and dance its way to a softer place of fluffy, unencumbered ease. My whole self blinked and looked around. It was the old familiar place — but not. For it was new. A season born. A dormant core was stirred again. Then I awoke, revived. And I remembered Who I’d been. Jean Bayles, Mancos Empire Electric Association consumer-member
My Dog Louie The grief I feel since losing my companion has consumed me like a dark cloud swallowing up a once bright sky. It’s the only place we couldn’t go together and it hurts so damn bad. I know he’s in my heart his spirit is with me but it’s impossible not to miss his ever presence in my life. He made me feel safe He made me feel needed He made me feel loved and losing those feelings has broken me. The pieces will eventually find their way back together in the spirit of peace, love, + joy until we meet again. Larry Woody, Buena Vista Sangre de Cristo Electric Association consumer-member
Springtime Many awakenings coming alive Ready to burst, ready to take flight. Feelings, emotions unexpectedly thrive Like many fuses ready to ignite. The sun tracing its path across the sky Gliding upon time; equaling day to night Ever moving; shining above on high Wanes as the day reaches its longest light. Nature strokes her winter white canvas Dripping droplets from the heavens above Dabbing the blades of the fresh green grasses Splashing color into the flowers we love. In the midst of the landscape not always seen A symphony of creatures for every scene From the mountain tops to the lowest ravine Nature’s concertos; harmonies unforeseen. How do you cast yourself in springtime play? Do you plunge in and flounder and flail about Or gracefully dive and swim a medley relay? No doubt, a part of both is in each new tryout. Linda Morrow, Bellvue Poudre Valley REA consumer-member
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