Last night, underneath my summer sheets
I listened to the summer tweets.
The crickets chirped, the katys-did,
The spiders creeped from where they hid.
The peepers peeped, the raccoons scratched,
I’m sure from eggs new critters hatched.
I listened and wondered, at close of day,
Do they listen to me when I play?
Do my laughs and giggles and runnings about
Help sing them to sleep when the sun is out?
Bright lights, bright mornings…? - I’m not going to lie. I get really crabby in the winter. My family quietly urges me to seek sunlight, drink joyous teas, meditate, sing, eat, dance, and...