In days of beauty unfolding
Seasons pass like quiet winds
And skies alive in delicate splendor
We wait the passing of fickle moons
And the changes that move through
While we meander through days
So blissfully aware
Of the gifts we are given.
We live for skies that shine their light
In unexpected pleasure
And hold each moment in thoughts as we see
The minutes about us unfold
Sitting below the universe we know
There is always so much more.
That which meets the eye
Touches the mind and lingering scents on air
A single pot of Rosemary startled
By a harsh winter that came too soon
And we replace with new
As each season moves through
Days here beneath a simple sun
Remind me of the herbs in gardens
Now long gone and miles away
As I pluck the mint and inhale
I return to days gone by
And smile for the journey of memory
That for but a moment
Had taken me there.
The photo taken in winter in our old home, as I sit and for some reason keep recalling the Rosemary plant that I used to lovingly touch and spread on my neck like perfume, and the thyme and basil too. Yet here in endless summer, I bring home mint today for a refreshing drink of lime and select ingredients, we will sit beside the blue water and give thanks for our many blessings. Peace and happy Monday. K