January Poem

The Get Well Bouquet

is beautifully arranged, as I am not….
May I be free of unhelpful ideas.
May I appreciate beauty as it opens,
passes and fades before my eyes.

What am I getting well from?
What am I moving toward? January sunlight
there on our California hillside
is not as warm as it looks; yet,

I’d like to fling myself on tender grass
turning green after rains, which sadly elsewhere
created destruction….Still, this sweet bouquet
makes a fragrant and silent plea.

Gudrun Mouw (c)
January 22, 2018


  1. Lindy Kern said:

    Krishnaprema- so beautiful, so poignant.
    You and your words are a gift to us,
    🙏 Lindy

    January 25, 2018
  2. t plog said:

    it comes and it goes
    thankful for your words

    February 6, 2018

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