clouds,  landscape,  sunrises

then… the gift

then… turning the corner I caught 
a glimpse of the northeast sky 
with its soft pink delicate clouds 

I had to stop, couldn’t refuse the gift 

then… opening my journal, I began listening
with my own prayer; of writing, of being present  
and then the meadowlark began to sing or pray

I had to listen, couldn’t refuse the gift

then… off to meet Eric for coffee
a full day of gifts; the gift of sunrise,
the gift of his life, the gift of my life,

and the gift of the new day

mws

Retired. Having fun with photography. Journal daily. Meditate daily. Learning haiku/poetry. Have a love for fountain pens.