In the morning, when the air is still heavy with moisture, I walk Bonnie around the house. The sun is barely peeking, light sifting down, revealing the secrets of dawn. The wind has carried petals from my neighbor’s tulips into my yard, a whisper of red sparks a memory. I stop to see and I smell my lilacs, riding the dew. We walk around back and I snip a few stems for the kitchen table.
The day begins in perfume, the house is a celebration.
Look, what do you see? In what joy do you begin the morning today? Breathe slowly, see deeper, love where you are.
There are gifts all around you.
a spring poem
“It is snowing,”
as petals come down