On
a day
like this day
like no other day
before, since or after today,
it dawned anew, fresh, pure, clean
as if the first to have been.
Yesterday is gone, the future does not exist.
So place your mind firmly on this present moment.
This point in time, it’s all we will ever have.
A Singular Moment of Spring
soft
sheer curtains
gently lift slightly
by a cool wind
that began across the lake
kicking up tiny, white, capped ripples
and carrying the fragrance of Confederate Jasmine
that mingled with the smell of wet beaches,
and freshly washed laundry just hung on the clothesline.
A singular moment of spring caught upon a sunlit breeze.
Join our host Victoria as she illustrates the art of the Etheree for us for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets.
