Happy. As a blessed lark.

Flowers. Flowers. Flowers everywhere. As I stroll the quaint city of Carbonia. In my Sardinia island paradise. A second homeland. Full of blooming flowers. No less. In December. Mostly purple bougainvillea. Other colors, too. Pink. Red. Orange. White. Yellow. Ah, no snow. No cold. Not that I have anything against wintry scenes. But settle, I will. For less than a white Christmas. Or is it more? Those bougainvillea. Make me happy. As a blessed lark. --Jim Broede