NO WORDS

I am sitting outside by a pond of lily pads:

Bulrushes, and

A field of antique farm wagons:

Painted wooden wheels.

A mixed forest surrounds the

Manicured setting

To define this home as a place of

Peace and rootedness.

The grey sky holds it all down.

What’s left to do

But merge.

Merge

With the brown stillness,

With the green aliveness,

With the white bliss between.

What’s left to do

But drink.

Drink

Calming garden tea,

Rustling apple breezes,

Nourishing harvest breath.

No words.

No words.

Mmmm.

Wow.

Hey.

Shhh.

CawCawCawCaw!

HaHaHaHa!

Shhh.

I love you more…