It was a morning
meant for
good coffee,
fresh peonies,
gazing at the clouds
and considering-

How Life is not
lived in the linear,
but experienced
as a process…

Bringing us back
to ourselves
again and again.

The sun stretched
as her imagination
reached up to
touch soft sky,
while those roseate
blooms sang on.

Life is most relished
in such simple
moments as this.