We move through the splendor
aromas fill the noon-day air under the sun
warmth on the shoulders I walk quietly
as thoughts drift to the softness
the colors
the beauty found here.
Unexpected the garden fills me
with a tranquil peace as my mind seeks quiet,
unwinding the spring that has become
the muscles tight and weary
longing for a place to just be
and then she finds me,
this solitary bloom tinged with pastel
and the pink like a sigh
so soft and subtle
peace lives here on the corner
where the path ends
and begins,
the only image captured in this place,
the sight my feet kept moving me towards
under the noon-day sun
I breathe.
Walking through Mabel Ringlings rose garden I stopped to smell many yet only took a picture of one that drew me in. Sending peace to you all my friends, and also to myself in these days when it is so needed. Peace and blessings, always, K
Peace, Love and Patchouli 