When the suprise of loved comes around the flower of spring grow multi hued like rocky mountain rainbow morning.  The animals aware in song cling to the song that is found.  Work and my back was easy.  Using it I carry the cross of love.  The pain is great but the loss to the moment is greater still.  Like walking, walking far, far and distant bearing great weight we turn up to the sun it's warmt  a memory that when the dark appears shines out the clearer.  It is night to the morning, dark to the light, hate to the love.  Yet beyond  now is forever and forever love.  Feathers on the windsow sill, heat to the hearth.  Hot chocolate and marshmallows.  Cinamon on freshly baked buttered bread.  Daffodils and dandelions.  A cat curled in a picture window and a good book that takes you away.   Mud in the street turns the rainbow colors rising to the sky painting it an end of the sunshine day.  It is Naples, a long walk omn a long peir, and shrimp and redfish and the mystery of sugar trout.      Are they really trout do they truly taste like sugar.  And travel, Florida, upstate New York, and Oregon.  But happiness has no place though in places I havce b eenn happy.  Happiness is the people youj love.