LATE AFTERNOON TODAY

As I write Spring is high and Summer is approaching 

The light is golden and time moves on, untouchable

The fields are fresh still due to months of rain

And yet so many signs of the new season

Minute details

As in the late afternoon skies 

And the song of birds ... the same as my memory 

Just as I have come to know them so well

Where I feel at easy 

So much home inside of me