I now find my gaze often lands on the little things about being alive, again

Fresh drops of May rain on Wysteria, the scent of white lilac, fractals of ferns

The newness in the green of the leaves of the purple, of the pink and tangerine Hyacinth

The fallen petal on the coffee table.

The whole of the arrangement

gathered from the soggy yard with easy, intentional, lackadaisical love.

This afternoon, on second thought-

I fell again,

with a smile.

Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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