grateful
long damp grass grabs at the edges of my sandals
wetting the tops of my feet between leather straps with clammy coolness
and I am grateful
hobbled obliging dog lurches over the lawn doing his jobs
dragging a sock-booted paw behind him
and I am grateful
gangly Big Dolly flaunts its luxuriously swooping yellow and coral blossoms
drawing attention from the barren deer-bitten lilies surrounding it
and I am grateful
dingy spent blossoms still glom to the severed laurel dangling from my hand
recalling the brilliant candy cane display that just days before had brought such delight
and I am grateful
viscous mist rolls up from the Reach clinging to stark spruces and greyed blueberry barrens
belying persistent memories of sun-drenched and dazzling Maine summers
and I am grateful
4 thoughts on “grateful”
It is so wise to be grateful. The beauty we perceive is a gift to the beholder.
Being grateful is grace given
Gratitude can be plentiful when we pay attention to our senses and pause in the moment. Sounds like Toby may have injured his foot though 🙁
It is the simple things, isn’t it? That is what I am most grateful for. Love to you and Lynne.