On my old cement bench
Where the colored tiles have faded
Sits my two furry muses
One at my feet…
One at my side…
Alert for anything unusual around us.
Their fur is the shade of the tree’s bark
While the dog’s eyes are the color of the forest floor…
And the cat’s orbs are startling, like spring’s new growth.
My patient companions wait for me
As my pen fills the blank journal pages.
Their constant presence introduces me…
To the possibilities around us
To being in the moment
To giving unconditional love.
These furry muses tell me a lot
Without ever uttering a single word.
The afternoon sun filters through the trees
Allowing its beams to caress me gently
With the day’s splendor and hope.
I breathe in the gift
I can almost touch the silence.
My senses feast on the beauty
All in a warm winter’s day
While I sit on my bench in the forest
Grateful for its blessings.
Sitting in thick dust
Taking up precious space
Are things of your past
Watch for a special edition blog this week:)
Embrace your inner child by reading a good book! D. L. Finn