Birds sing with the freshness
of air that has been warmed
by the sun, cooled in the night,
and awaits the cusp of morning,
the floating moment
where warm and cool
rest in perfect balance
and the most delicate fragrances
reach full volatility

Gratitude is the elixir
which gives rise to joy,
huge flocks of it
turning as one
filling up the whole day.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2016