The thistles are out,
purple flowers looking good,
and attracting bees.
The glass is half full,
it always has been for me,
but it’s never full.
The sun is shining,
so brightly through the closed blinds,
where trees shadows play.
I live in the now,
for this moment, I’m present,
looking all around.
I go with bare feet,
in the house and in the street,
I would say, ‘It’s neat!”
