
I was walking outside
in that grace-touched moment
when the warming sun suddenly
brings out all the scents –
new grass and dried flowers,
blossom and resin,
and the air is still fresh enough
to carry each scent and deliver it
like a caress, eliciting
joy like birdsong,
high and acrobatic,
everything I’m learning reprised
in the sweet awareness of presence
and the priceless importance
of everything here.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2023