deedeewisdom

Sitting by my window on a Sunday morn

Crack open the window on a rainy May day
What are the pleasures that come my way?

First is the feel of the cool May air
It kisses my cheeks, breezes so rare

Second the sweet drift of lilacs and such
Resplendent in glory, aromas that touch

Third is the portrait of colors I see,
Green meadows, red tulips, the sight is a feast

The fourth sense of hearing is given such gifts
With songs like the robin’s, our spirits they lift

And lastly I thank God for the gift of the pen
To write these reflections of wonder

Amen

Diane Findlen Garrow 5/15/11