And We Are Peaceful

Spring still,
The morning mist hangs low,

Nearly to the ground
As the day sorts out its desires.

The breeze picks up and

Waves the fresh, new lime leaves

Across the yard

With fragrances mixing

Honeysuckle and earth.

And skin tingling with

The day's promises.

I am ever so grateful

As the simplicity of the

Moment enraptures

And I smile away the hours.

Time for deciding

What goes on the canvas next

As my mind's eye views

A spot, a place

Another slice of what is

Real, yet only where finger tips

Meet the brush, and touches

The place where I hope

To cast - something, not sure.

Mac and Dori dance circles

Around my feet

And race down the stone steps

Into the green and inviting

Landscape, awaiting our pleasures.

Now it is so quiet,

The day is turning to night

As the sky grays and the air slows

And we are resting

And we are peaceful.