Summer garden

Early summer day
looking out across
my garden, filled with
sunshine and shadows,
blue above, earth beneath.

Here the birds scratch in
grass and feel at home
in fluttering from tree to
tree in their endless
search, much like me,
for this is their place too,
and not their place at all.

And how do I feel in this
moment of looking and
feeling the breeze on my
open skin?

Somewhere between
gratitude and conviction,
for all this beauty is for
this day only, and too soon
all shall change and be
nothing like it was before.

Still, I take in the scene,
as the leaves fall in the breeze,
and know that I am privileged
indeed to be able to be
in this moment of grace
convicted by the scene.

 

10/12/2022