May You be Blessed

May you be blessed by the peace of a rhododendron thicket in the cool of the evening,
bird song symphony,
crackling-barked limbs spindling over your head,
leaves reaching down and spread as if hands blessing.

May you be blessed by white blossoms and blue skies hanging on to the fading light,
spied as pinpricks through the canopy of leaves.

May you be blessed by the peace of aloneness and the stillness of a summer night.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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