a sort of contentment

Vincent Van Gogh, in the Bois de Boulogne, 1886.

Winter has ended, we endured. 

Time is a blanket, and that can be nice, 

but a blanket isn't always wanted. 

Early spring can feel like waking up 

after a long and restful sleep. 

The morning light has a sort of contentment, 

and the coffee seems wonderful. 

James Lee Jobe  

"I'd like to point out to people the di…