There are my children, two
who color my world
and who carve, alongside me,
a life I didn’t know possible.
There are the birds feeding on black sunflower seeds
and the birches outside my window
and they tell stories (the birds and the birches), secret ones
for all who listen.
There are the skies, sometimes blue sometimes grey
and the cosmos zinnias sunflowers
and when those have laid to rest
I turn my eyes upward to the poetry of bare branches.
There is the kindness of both strangers and
people near and dear, and all of it
stirs my heart and makes me believe
good things for our world.
to my children and the birds and the birches
to the stories and the skies and the poems
to the kindnesses extended
yes to this life and this world.
Sending a little love your way, m
*inspired by Just Five Things and the women gathered.