What day is this that seeks to find
A thought left out hanging in the dew,
I had put it somewhere safe,
Stuck it with a post it flag
To mark the passing of the days,
That flit by soundlessly
Like butterfly wings
Carried on a sweet scented jasmine breeze.
I think it’s Monday,
Yet it doesn’t seem to be
Like every other Monday that came to find me,
For it is filled with a peace sublime
And dew drips down with a humid sigh,
Sliding down the glass into the tray
Where I thought I had left yesterday.
As the sun awakes I see it there,
All the days stacked like thoughts without a care,
So I dust them off and set them free
And smile as they fly away from me,
Like white origami birds into the sky,
Leaving me with a sense of love
Hanging high as I get up to rise,
A day fresh and new has just begun
And I look beyond at the petite yellow bloom
And sense this moment is just so right
This waking tune,
This Sweet Monday delight.
Oh how I dread Monday’s, or at least I used to dread Monday’s. But I awake this morning before the sun to find grey clouds above, looking quite rainish….my word….but it’s okay, a new day to live and explore and create. A new cool dewy day to be alive as I drink my morning coffee. All is right, all is good and happy Monday to all. Peace and love, K
Peace, Love and Patchouli 