Poppies closed at dawn
open to full sun
and I catch my shadow picking blossoms.
A white-crowned sparrow pecks seeds beside stone Buddha
acorn woodpeckers, clutch bird feeder-- twirl in twos and threes
Air, thick with scent of orange blossoms
sweet and soft as velvet
and I am adrift
between sunrise and sunset
on the cusp of a season sparking.
The flowers of my past
and the garden of my future
eluding to the fact
today is enough.
Until then, expressing my warm regards. Health and happiness, ~ Anitra