On days like this
I walk
smiling, I tilt my face toward the sky
fluffy white clouds
scattered thru blue heavens
soft breezes breaking silence
leaves moving gently
trees standing still
water lapping idly
at the riverbank’s shore
Sebasticook, like Life itself, moving onward
I release a handful of dried flowers
thoughtfully into the shallows
once alive in my garden across the road
now to merge into the afterlife
where the Summerland awaits
the reconciliation of Oneness
Season’s successive revolutions are
the reconciliation of Oneness
where Summerland awaits
now to merge into the afterlife
once alive in my garden across the road
thoughtfully into the shallows
I release a handful of dried flowers
Sebasticook, like Life itself, moving onward
at the riverbank’s shore
water lapping idly
trees standing still
leaves moving gently
soft breezes breaking silence
scattered thru blue heavens
fluffy white clouds
smiling, I tilt my face toward the sky
I walk
On days like this
