Carol A. Hand
Gazing at an unmowed lawn
watching as wild flowers blossom after dawn
and turn into a golden garden dancing with the gentle breeze
Flowers bow gracefully now and then under the weight of feeding bees
We’re connected in this timeless moment
the sunshine, flowers, bees, and breeze – and me
Simply celebrating life peacefully – as it was meant to be
Note: It’s a strange thing. This is not what I would have chosen to write today. As I work on the details of a syllabus for a research class I’ll be teaching in a few weeks, I am dealing with the serious issue of protecting “human subjects” from harm. Yet, this poem came this morning as I sat thinking about the assignments I still need to describe. I trust it came to mind for a reason. It does help me remember to be grateful for the ability to find beauty in the most ordinary, unexpected places. I hope it does the same for those who read it.
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