a simple musing

may there be gratitude

for well-fitting shoes
and the aches that are absent

for the scent of rain
and the sparrow’s song

for the return of the salmon,
that add their richness to the land

for a found moment
of restfulness 

for what has been received
and what has been denied

for jam and buttons
and a new insight

for friends
that always seem happy
to hear from us

may these blessings,
and their kin

feel seen and welcome
in the heart