IT IS MANY

In the early mornings
when I turnĀ  a certain corner
there it is!

 

And IT is many:
the wooden bridges
the lakes
and moss strewn oaks
and scattered flowers
and often ibis.

 

And they embrace me
as if they love me
and then allow me
to wander in their ambiance.

 

So I offer thanks and praise
and wonder why these gifts
belong to me.

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