Weeding at
six forty-five
A.M. and already
I am perspiring.
Little rivers tickle down my back and face, mixing with the citronella I
bathed in, before venturing into mosquito territory. There is a sparrow
singing
in the cherry tree, serenading early risers. I sweat and remind
myself that all this bending will keep me young, allegedly. I spot
a dragonfly
on the bee balm
on the bee balm
right next to my leg.
Breath skips out
of me. Now
he flies,
spins,
spins,
thin
as a
whis
per,
as a
whis
per,
land
ing
on a
shoe,
resting
from
what
ever it
is a
is a
dra
gon
fly
d
o
o
e
s
s
!
Thought for today - A zen moment with a dragonfly inspired me to write a poem. Have you had a zen moment recently?
Visiting your blog is what I have come to call, "My Zen moment."
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you are finding it relaxing. May you have a plethora of your own zen moments this weekend!
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ReplyDeleteBHN, You are getting too creative in such a short time! Love the dragonfly and your poem! Don't like the sweat much! Aren't we doing a lot of that these days? Stay cool and keep those zen moments coming! xxoo Nancy
ReplyDeleteThank you LVL. You and I are blessed to have gardens in which to find those fleeting sights, scents, sounds and experiences. We have only to notice them.
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