Simply Sunday

Questions

More and more questions
Many answered before
the realization that
They even lived

What should I wear today?
What do I want for lunch?
What time should we leave?

Questions that serve
to move my feet
through the physical

And then there are
those questions that
cause me to pause

Why do I smile when the trees speak to each other?
Why does the smell of sawdust remind me of Dad?
How is it a terrible storm leaves behind such peace?

Questions that simultaneously
freeze and thaw my heart
As I consider the answers

Answers that will undoubtedly
change with age and experience
As long as I continue to ask

Simply Sunday

Thanks again to my friend, Paul Porter, for the amazing pic! https://www.facebook.com/paul.porter.3133719

Advice From a Common Box Turtle

Speed is not a reliable indicator
of a journey’s success
My wanderings take time
Or rather, allow time

Time to stop and
stretch my neck
Feel the sun on my face
Be still, and recharge

Rest my home, that
I may traverse this field
of green, at exactly
the speed required

To meet a new friend-
One who looks like me
Unique, colorful patterns
on their legs and shell

Or one quite different-
Tall and admiring, who
offers me sweet strawberries
As I continue on my journey

Hushed

The progression is slow
A snail trailing from one
side of the sidewalk
to the other

A caterpillar inching
from stem to leaf
Ready to face its
final transformation

A curious smile
growing with the
increasing warmth
of the sunshine

The whole sky
shining clear
and blue
and wide

The unease from
yesterday and the
day before and the
day before that…hushed

Simply Sunday

New and fresh
Young and bright
The greenness of Spring

Tried and true
Comfortable and faded
Her countenance in the mirror

Yet, with each new leaf
Each new flower petal
Youthfulness resurfaces

Along with it, a smile,
New and fresh, after all

Shifting Senses

When atmospheric conditions
make it nearly impossible
to discern who is moving
And who is standing still

An out-of-balance feeling
quickly comes and goes
Offering no answers to
the resulting questions

Am I moving forward?
Am I standing still?
What about you?
Where are we headed?

I can’t feel the Earth moving
Yet, it is in constant motion

The clouds are floating
Yet, when layered just right
in front of the sun
It is the sun I see shifting

Do the answers matter?
Or simply the sense of wonder
which precedes the questions

Simply Sunday

Good Morning, Trees

A gentle breeze wakes
each tree, one at a time
They slowly stretch and sway

The mature ones, that is,
held steady by deep,
well-established roots

The younger ones, frenetic,
jump and wave like children,
excited to go outside and play

That was yesterday…

Today, all is quiet
Sleeping in after a
loud, stormy night?

Perhaps, like me, it takes
a bit longer for the warm
sunshine to reach their toes

Goals

They offer the sweetest Good Morning.
A gentle wave, almost imperceptible
when the wind is calm.

I noticed them yesterday.
I noticed them today.
They will not be here forever.

Truth is, neither will I.
Truth is, neither will you.
So, how do our Good Mornings compare?

Some mornings, the words
croak through scratchy cords
as hands rub grit from sleepy eyes.

Even on those days,
I see you smiling over
your first cup of coffee.

And I smile back-
Maybe not quite as sweet
as the Pink Bubblegum Petunias.

Their name alone makes
competing a challenge-
Though it offers a worthy goal.

Sweet Good Mornings
Conceding the temporary
Leaning into the enduring

Happy Earth Day! 🌎🌸

Simply Sunday

How to Greet the Day

With a yawn
and a stretch
Eyes still closed
Lay still, and listen

Listen to the birds
Happily chattering
No fear of creatures
still silently slumbering

Listen to your heart
beating slow and steady
Breathe in grace, mercy, hope
Breathe out a quiet Thank you

I found myself in need of this reminder today. Perhaps you need it, too. ❤️🕊️❤️