Ah, the waft of petrichor,
titillating tiny droplets find
their way down to verdant feet
where they were meant to lay
and give a sparkle to the otherwise
grey of day
t’is the fondness of this moment
that incites reveries and will paint
upon the canvas of my memory, to
sometime in the future, avail me of
a fondness in nostalgia
soft classical piano guitar fills the
room
while still i can hear the cardinals
and
sparrows praising Nature’s early day
as
i sit here looking out our front
room’s window
with my arm around my wife and our
two
children of canine genetic descent
of this, i inhale a breath of joy
hence life
has provided me and am grateful of this
wonderous gift that has been bestowed
upon
me, so with a smile and a soft and
slighted tiny
tear, i thank Life’s Spirit for
showing me this
glitter of ‘Love’
