small and simple
yet a delight of details
waiting to attach to catch your attention
Happiness
Archway
the threshold
to places of magic
can be easy to miss
Quench
drink deeply
from the marvels and mysteries
of ordinary days
Amidst Blossoms
easy to miss
the thrum and shimmer
darting from bloom to bloom
Call Of Attention
their shout
of color rises
from the forest floor
Demure
unaccustomed to attention
woodland trillium
blushes
To Be Chosen
flowers await
their moment
in the sun
Interval
do nothing
see
everything unfold
Everywhere
divine beauty
resides with us
in every ordinary thing
Open To Receiving
a winter walk
the wood’s gifts of beauty
match every step
Here
the place
to be alive
now
Field Rut
demanding attention
birch tree antlers
stand at the field
Modesty
so much
attention from the sun
petals blush
Generosity
before she falls
peony finishes the season
by blooming her leaves
Preen
gloat worthy primping
much more than being clean
this attention to attractiveness
Each Moment’s Bloom
so sweet the day
the air brand new
each moment blooms before me