Monday, July 27, 2009
On my way to work this morning
across the ridge and around
the end of the world turn
I looked in my rear view mirror
and saw what I was leaving behind.
Sometimes it is not easy to keep going
when I know that behind me
the dew is soft on bending grass,
the birds are calling from nests,
turkeys herd their young,
tomatoes hang ripe for picking,
dill and basil are ready for harvest,
and flowers turn their heads,
just as I did,
to welcome the morning sun.