Wednesday, April 21, 2010

National Poetry Month: hyacinth haiku

april 1 062

morning tea;
while the garden opens
holding still
...-Andromeda Jazmon

I found myself this morning with the gift of a little empty time. Time to sit in the backyard garden and just watch the light spill across the lawn. Watch the flowers nodding and hear the birds sing. It restored me and reminded me how blessed I am. I am hoping you find such a place today as well.


Mary Lee said...

I can smell those hyacinths right through my screen!

Anonymous said...

Lovely. What a great reminder to stop and give thanks.