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