Sometimes, it is enough you know
on a bright morning mid-August
to stand for a time just
still
ever so quietly
looking up at the trees
somewhat unknowingly in perfect peace
and rhythm with each breath
listen to the electric buzz of the grasshoppers
occasional chirps from the crickets
watch as the breeze tickles each needle
on the spruce
causing new pine cones to
sway
maples to dance and the mulberries to
shimmy
notice the sunlight stealing in through the fence
the clear blue sky setting the tone for the day
a morning dove’s
coo
adding to the majesty
feel yourself smiling from the outside
in
as the blue jays, high up in the tree
call to each other in raucous voices that the morning’s spoils
have been
found
when the psithurism of whispering breeze through the leaves
feels to be gathering around
encircling you in a loving kindness
from
beyond
where you will stand in awe
watching, so many different kinds of bees
in shapes and size and
colours
busying themselves in the flowers
each carrying so much pollen on their legs
you will wonder,
how they fly
the growing rattle of the cicada signifies
another gorgeous scorcher of a day
is unfolding
again looking up at the vast expansion
of blue above,
unblemished
you rest for a time in this
knowing
regardless of what this day brings
right here, right now
to have graciously enjoyed the gentle beauty
of such a morning
as this
breaking
feet on the ground
eyes, ears, heart wide open…
you have kissed the earth
with each breath
and suitably given thanks
for this day ♥
