Presence

The sun feels deliciously warm on my skin
and the light on the trees is a beauty to behold.
Greens on greens on greens,
slate sky behind,
and a lone bird finds her voice.

Release the 'what is' because maybe it's not.
Release the 'have to's' because maybe you don't.
Maybe your task today is to observe
the lush abundance of the dogwood tree
reaching down to shield and shade
and provide a branch on which the bird can rest.

Sun and shadows and sky, blue.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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