BE
AT THIS TIME
OF THE YEAR,
THE TINY WHITE
BLOSSOMS
SO FRAGRANT
AND DEAR,
THEY CAME
FROM THE
GARDEN
FRESH
PICKED JUST
NOW,
A SWEET
NEW DISCOVERY
JUST WONDERING
HOW
TO SHOW ITS
PURE LIGHT
HAVING BLOOMED
IN THE NIGHT
A BIG SURPRISE
AND A SIGHT
FOR SORE EYES,
THOSE THAT
HAVE SURVIVIED
THE HARD RAIN
AND ALL THE
PAIN
OF A CRUMMY
WET FALL,
NOT VERY
MUCH
FUN
AT ALL,
AND A BIT
SCARY TOO
THIS CLOUDY
GRAY ZOO
MELTING INTO
THE SUN,
PLENTY OF
TIMES TO
PROVE THE
SUBLIME,
AND ALLOW
A FRESH BREATH
OF AIR,
AND SO IT
ARRIVED
THIS TINY
BOUQUET
GIVEN IN LOVE
AND A
CARING
SWEET WAY,
JUST WHAT
I NEEDED
ON THAT
GLOOMY
DARK DAY:
A TINY
BLUE VASE
THE COLOR
OF CLOUDS
MIXED IN
WITH SKY,
HELD IN THE
HAND
OF MY FAVORITE
GUY,
HE FOUND IT
HIDING
SO CLOSE
TO THE SKY,
WAITING BENEATH
ALL THOSE
LEAVES,
WITH A SCENT
LIKE THE
HEAVENS
SO FRESH
AND COMPLETE,
NOTHING LIKE
PUDDLES
AND COLD
OLD
BARE FEET,
AND TO MY
SURPRISE
HE
HANDED IT
OVER,
SMILING IN JEST
ROLLING IN
CLOVER,
KNOWING THAT
I WAS JUST
SO MUCH IN NEED
OF A WONDERFUL
GIFT
ON THE FIRST
MORNING SHIFT,
I’LL COP TO
A YEAR
THAT HAS
BEEN RAMPANT
WITH FEAR,
AND FRUSTRATED
MINUTES
WITHOUT
ANY LIMITS,
SO JUST WHEN
I CLIMB
BACK ON MY FEET
CONVINCED THAT
THE WORLD
STILL CAN
BE A TREAT,
HERE COMES
ANOTHER
RATHER
BAD SLAM,
ROLLING THE
DICE
AND PAYING THE PRICE,
BUT SOMEWHERE
OUT THERE
A VOICE FROM
THE SKY
HAS GATHERED
THE WISDOM
AND OPENED
MY EYES:
WATCH FOR
THE LITTLE
THINGS
COMING YOUR
WAY,
CELEBRATE LIVING
ALIVE
ONE MORE DAY,
LAUGH ‘TILL
YOU CRY
AND OPEN
YOUR EYES
TO THE PLETHORA
OF DREAMS
(FOR LIFE IS
NOT ALWAYS
AS BAD
AS IT SEEMS)
WATCH FOR YOUR
JASMINE
WHENEVER
IT COMES
AND THANK
GOD FOR
HEAVENLY
WONDERFUL
DRUMS,
WALK THROUGH
THE DOOR
AND INTO THE
LIGHT,
A BRIGHT DAY
BEGINS
WITH A
NEW CHANCE
TO WIN!
©JW WINSLOW 1/1/2020