a chill blankets the landscape—
inner and outer sunshine devoid
terrains dulled by absent sparkling rays
shut down receptors, all awaiting warmth
in the gut a knot holds tightly wound
interior noise churning—rings my ears
fingertips chilled, cold to my lip’s touch
goosebumps rise beneath sweatered arms
monday’s skies encased in drizzly gray
songbirds seeking warmer shelter
in misted breezy full-leafed canopy
rhody blooms half-spent in the mono-lit scapes
two orange tabbies curl head to head
warmth shared, breath deep and soft
a Buddha sits amidst lotus petals
stillness mutes senses at midday
as if the sun itself was a king
bearing gifts yearned for in a lifetime—
warmth, inner peace, joy and grace,
but yet other dreams to wish upon.
Kat
29 May 2017
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