palm fronds out my window

rise and fall and flow

with the wind

and the music does as well,

notes meld and dance.

 

melody and harmony

approach each other to bow,

then whirl away,

arms swaying

feet spinning

joy obvious.

 

and as the clouds blow past

on a day not full of sun,

but not as dark as the day

before,

 

i consider the state of

my own heart as well.

and know that i will be

better off and richer

in the hours ahead for

taking a few moments

 

to notice and appreciate and

allow beauty to become my

companion of choice.

 

this i always know,

but do not always do

and now i wonder why.

 

and the music bows again

and the palms wave farewell

and my heart feels

the sun at last

and the magpie sings.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

image: Ovidiu Cozma via Unsplash