When Everything Unfinished is Ok May 2006

When everything
unfinished

is ok (if only for
a moment)

I stop what I’m
doing

and step outside to
notice

the splendor of
spring

I rejoice

When the morning
sun reaches

under the cedars

and the wind off
the lake is calm

the gentle, rich
fragrance of violets

hangs in the air

I breathe deeply

When wild leeks
rise five inches high

and the trillium
begin to bud

the painted turtle

suns himself

on a log in our
pond

I smile

When the song of
spring peepers

fill the night air

in a delicious,
deafening chorus

a gentle breeze
comes

through our bedroom
window

I give thanks