Whiteness like snow, hangs once again
opposite my small, square paned window.
Beams of light come in at a morning angle
across piano, music and wooden backed chair.
While all around, the scent of pink Jasmine
mollifies the lingering fatalistic dictum of all
that is not well in this world today…… Yet,
here am I now, gazing on sunbeams as they
dance on and off the petals of the Miribelle bush.
How blessed am I to be relatively safe, that I am
in this moment, free to look upon my environment
soaking up the generosity of our glorious, natural world.