Take Time To Smell The Roses
When I was growing up, the expressions “Slow down” and “Take time to smell the roses”, were often heard. Too impatient for most things to materialize and hungry for life to happen, I had little interest doing either of those things.
Now, much later in life, as I sit watching the sun slip down in the late afternoon sky, I see its cache of shimmering diamonds spilling onto the water’s surface. I am entranced by moments that I never want to end. At this time of year I know I have at least another couple of hours to watch this kaleidoscope of color turning slowly with the passing minutes. The color palette is different each day and I let it touch every sense. The Gardenia bushes are flush with fragrant white blossoms and woodpeckers are drilling the side of a palm tree. The warmth of the sun is relaxing aching shoulders as a Mockingbird atop the chimney stack begins his late afternoon serenade.
I happily soak in every present moment.
Memories in tact Reveling in the present The future can wait Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Frank Tassone is hosting Monday Haibun at D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with "Living in the present" Image by Mylene2401 from Pixabay
