Every Day. Every Day.
Every Day. Every day.
“HELLO!”
To the light!
To the stalwart tree stand
To the neighbors across the way
To the slice of sky above
And to the smile that etches across my face
And seeps into my heart.
Every day. Every day.
Very much the same.
Yet,
So very much a “first time” sensation.
That light (sun shine or rain drops, or snow flakes, or sidewalk puddle gray)
Those trees (naked but not afraid, tiny buds of lime, lush hiding places, golden gowns)
Those neighbors (silent, but present - except for the darn dog yipping at a scrambling squirrel)
The blue, blue, blue of the sky (or early flaming sunrise, or wisps or billows or threats in the clouds)
As Miriam and Webster informs me...
“Hope - To desire with expectation of fulfillment”.
Thus, the smile that etches across my face
And seeps into my heart.
Every Day. Every day.
Susan Ceely-Philips