Can you possibly imagine
a gentler sky…
to accompany a silent
(although never so)
morning’s meditation in the garden
a walk under billowy puffs of cotton
ever so slowly
closing
in
the morning feels as though I am not
as far out of the
ditch I’ve been travelling
as I had
hoped
wondering if maybe I have started the wrong book
jaw still tight
my fingers swollen and
sore
perhaps I am indeed feeling
the
clouds
yet also the bright bit of sun
that peeks through the trees
adds a smile
around the eyes
a bee closely buzzes by my ear
not
as to scare
rather,
one thinks, to
soothe
the cardinals, Mr and Mrs
glint
in the cedar
a pair of sparrows in contemplative
observation
the pups and I
on our wander
a train whistle and the blue jay
loudly
breaking through
a neighbouring dog serenades in his long
low
howl
a car zooms down the road
a door closes
a child, calls for his mom
the day itself
is opening…
back inside, I sit again
with my second cup
reach for a new book from my pile
lay among its pages
a beautiful bookmark, from a
dear friend
for a few more minutes
settle in,
begin
again
readily I can feel that familiar joy
in the words
the pull of
home
October in the garden, I would say
comes
quietly, gently and
lovingly
just
as perhaps
it
should ♥
