I’m the one who will whoop
amidst polite applause.
I give standing ovations
to the petunias most mornings.
I clap for kingfishers,
otter and moose just
because they are there.
I cheer for sunflowers,
red amanita mushrooms,
the snake making it off the road.
I praise the bell pepper, the squash,
the robin, the owl.
I celebrate the moonless night
and the dark inside the shell.
It’s my talent to find beauty,
to honor, to acclaim.
I revel in petal, pinecone, fall.
May I never lose my enthusiasm,
though it means I’m not edgy,
predictable, a fool.
May I always fall in love with the world
and applaud it: river rock, larkspur,
lichen, hail.
You got a twin, sistah!
🙂
You said all this so well! Here’s to the sun, to the brightness of the clouds against the blue-blue sky, to the elegance of the (annoying but gorgeous) pigeon on my windowsill, to the richness of milk in my coffee and the magnificent red of the strawberries in my breakfast. Life is gorgeous.
(as for those whoops during polite applause … I admit mine have been an evolution … as I get older, I care less and bold more … )
😉
Na’ama
Yay! Three cheers for the cheerers! Life is gorgeous. Here’s to bolding more!
🙂 Amen, Sistah!