This morning I notice
the return of the Juncos to my feeder,
and this…
“I wish you wouldn’t have called me a poet,
now every morning I wake up and try to prove it.”
blesses my day,
of ways to begin in gratitude – commune with birds,
and enjoy the gentle visit of a very kind friend
who knows.
thank you Stephen
so begins my day in thankfulness,
I marvel at those who can put into words
things you can feel might’ve once belonged
to
you
though written with much more elegance
thoughts that might appear in a bubble above your head
as you pass by a mirror
on your way down the stairs
had you been able to organize yourself better
after another night of broken sleep
yet also having slept in a little, as the one you love
who also loves you, volunteered to get up with
the geriatric dog who can no longer see
that it’s still dark,
and let you rest
bask in simple kindness
a succession of damp days and encroaching cooler temperatures
has overworked hand and elbow joints
increasingly stiff and sore
nothing at all to do with another birthday approaching
in just a few days
I have decided to keep rather low key this year
no whole week stuff, no pre-promotion
(although, you might find on playing this bit backwards
I may have inadvertently just let something slip!)
the dull ache of things serves as a reminder
of how important it is to
move
and also, always ushers in the call
for a little more
kindness
while I am reading,
my husband goes to dump off some branches
and trimmings from around the garden
then returns with a carload
calls me to come out and have a look
the back is full of four or five large mixed plantings
someone has discarded
end of season
knowing I am a sucker for the abandoned
he scoops them all up
delivers them to me, dirt and all
like big bundles of the most glorious roses
and I revel in the great surrounding of love
and kindness
that graces a day, when you
are open
to
receiving
let the rest fall away
I only need
this
and you ♥