it just is
and there it is in front of me
three stone pots of daffodils
no wait
four pots
in the slightest breeze
the gentlest of morning sunshine
the softest of frosts
everything nodding in agreement
except my snoozing cat
awaiting the return of the long-tailed tits
oh the blue
leaching from the day
the equinox fox has garnered
every russet of last year’s conkers
burnished along its chosen paths
ahhh
the aroma of coffee long
across the visage of this day
turning to the cake stand
all the delights are tiered in their doilies
the finger that pointed out the flowers
is licked clean of its cream
if this is not the icing on my day
then what is
not one cloud answers
all are snoozing with the cat
nothing matters at all
it just is
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