Certain I can’t carry
another sadness,
I step outside
and let the shine
of the mid-morning sun
stroke my cheek
like a lover.
And the air has a strange
bright citrus tang,
and I inhale it
again and again.
Whatever it means
to be alive,
it has something
to do with this—
the scent of leaf
and soil and shadow.
The astonishing warmth
of a late October day.
The weight
of loving another,
that weight
without which
I would be nothing.
Beautiful — and just what I needed today. 🙂
So beautiful and today I needed it as a lifelong friend in ICU with Covid and pneumonia. Thank you.
Oh friend, sending you and your friend healing thoughts. These are weighted times. So important to hold each other in the ways we can.
Amen, so there is. Thank you for lifting our eyes and minds to notice. Bless you, Rosemerry. 😊❤️
thank you for doing the lifting with me!