Letting Be
It seems easier
when you're tired,
to just let things be.
Last night's savage wind
that threw a leaf loaded fury
at my bedroom window
has become a quieted still
unburdened by thought.
The morning with its bright
colours, fragrant air and sunlit
distances has emerged as is,
sufficient and complete.
I see the first butterfly
of the season in its pristine
livery shine copper
on a new green leaf.
Magnolia flowers are about
to burst from their swollen
sheaths and be set free.
I watch where I walk
taking care
to let things be.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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