secret visions and moist grass after a summer rain.
May your life be as blessed as a field of wildflowers arrayed in all the colors of the rainbow,
and may all your weeds have lacy leaves and curious crawling bugs.
May your spaces be thin, and healing,
may doorways always beckon you, may your climbing vines and ancient stones and flowers bloom for love of life.
Bless your delicate blossoming and the blue-gray sky.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018