in this sunlit field
petals gracefully reaching
towards the birdsong
within the sunlight graced by cooler air a gentler mood
awaiting dawn's grace
time for some tea
summer's moving across the sunlit sky blessings of flowers
memories of night-lights
in the darkness
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at the edge of the sidewalk
bathing in sunlight
upon these petals
this bee feasts upon nectar
then, on to the next
within the sunlight
moving in the summer breeze
the scent of salt air
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all;
There are none to decline your nectar’d wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Hat tip to Tati & Tony over at Unbolt.me.
walking near the shore
with sunlight guiding my steps
these moments of grace