Just Before

JUST BEFORE


I just love summer ~ the sound of the mowers,

The scent of bug-spray on my skin;

The late twilight calling me away from my bed

Where winter would’ve seen me, hiding within.

 

I can hear the plants, when I slow down at last

And just pull and prune and trim,

And they let me know what it is they prefer

And where they want to live.

 

The sudden sight of a flower, that wasn’t there just before

Fills my heart with a sudden joy,

And I soak in that beauty and return with a smile

To the path I was on just before.

 

I am reminded ongoing of the peace that will find me,

Even when I resist those same tasks;

Those ones that will teach me: the lessons my garden

Will give me if I only ask.

~

Copyright © 2008 Professions for PEACE

Author: Gina Day

I enjoy gathering uplifting things for sharing, with hopes of brightening the day.

8 thoughts on “Just Before”

  1. “I can hear the plants, when I slow down at last

    And just pull and prune and trim,

    And they let me know what it is they prefer

    And where they want to live.”

    Me too! Thank you, dear one, for a wonderful poem!

    Love,

    Cathy

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