Whose hand did create
the golden egg
left behind on sandwich boards
to unexpectedly find,
as I wear my gold
more often silver but chosen
today on whims to match
the darkest black
of cloth.
Smiles of joy
random acts of kindness
find my heart
and fill my cup to overflow
onto the day
already vibrant
as the clouds watch
high towers of golden splendor
I hold lightly
and carry away
this most precious gift.


As I was closing up shop yesterday on a gorgeous golden skied view, I found a rock sitting on the sandwich board by the opening where you fold it and so turning it this way and that, giggled with joy the gift bestowed by someone somewhere….a movement here where I live, called Venice Rocks. It made my day so very complete and left me feeling utterly blessed indeed.