A bird flew by
And it carried my attention away…
Into the endless blue sky.
I gave it willingly.
The fresh green mitten-shaped leaves
Of a sassafras waved from among other trees
And held my attention.
I gave it freely.
The dancing shadows of the dogwood
Traveled through the window and onto the wall.
How perfect they were.
I accepted the gift gladly.
The sorrow of loss can be great.
I seek joy and solace in the abundant gifts
Of friendship and art, music and nature.
I notice the clicking of the Cricket Frog.