Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Conversation in branches.
Green grass, wet from last nights storm,
Cool carpet beneath my feet.
A gentle breeze rustles, leaves sway.
Dappled sunlight on my face.
Butterflies meet in ardent embrace, wings aflutter.
Tea, hot and steaming, beside my foot.
I lounge, peaceful in blue hammock, no need for words.
A savored Silence.
Hollyhocks stretch above window frames, white skirts unfurl.
A garden brags of lettuce and squash, green herbs and ripening tomatoes.
Wind chimes tinkle.
I had planned "doing" something today.
I had "planned" art and sewing and cleaning and work,
But "not doing" seemed more important.
Laying lazy on a hammock, watching storm clouds approach,
Serenaded by birdsong and breeze,
Embraced in warm air and cool grass.