If I could give to you
this day
then
My, how you would
shine!
the bluest of skies
and the sun
in her brightest glory
not a day for squinting
or shade
but to open your arms
wide
and to
soar…
stepping out this morning
my first visitor in the garden
is a monarch butterfly
such a wonderful
sight
sitting with a coffee and
my book
I feel a slight tickle on my leg
and look to discover
a little white fuzzy caterpillar
inching his way up the leg
of my shorts
while we chat, I assist this little fellow
in his re-location
to greener pastures
Mrs. Cardinal comes to sit
on my chair
and her Mr
perches on the basket
of my bike
resting under the tree
the batteries in the camera
are dead
no captures this morning
only
sights
I have just finished a fantastic book
and I sit to write a review
flies start to annoy
and rather suddenly
a wave of nausea
overwhelms me
allergies .. hah!
I am forced back inside
for reprieve
I can feel myself
teetering on the edge
of low- ness
tension
is there
is
here…
my light sometimes
flickering
like a candle bothered
by a breeze
sharp words with my husband
last night
have left us in a kind of
necessary silence
until we have
given each other
enough space
to cleanse out palates
a bit of quiet today
suits my need
for kindness
to ease myself
through
to thinking
to feeling
to
breathing
to carefully
tending
that little flame
and
to keeping
it lit
to allowing for sunshine
mixed with the passing of
clouds
yet still
to embracing
Love
and beauty
in quiet
gentle ways
as, it’s all still there
still
here
and yes, to the occasional
wooly white
caterpillar
in your shorts
to make you smile
you see,
If I could give to you
this day
My how you would shine ♥