Even Through, Gratitude
Nowism reflection of thanks
To have a roof, one with soft moss growing upon its deep red shingles. To have a little faded yellow house with siding that needs to be cleaned. To scrape the paint from window sills that have shown the art of seasons through its glass — gratitude.
To sit here on a lawn covered in the same moss, and still strewn about Fall Oak leaves, that protected little bug beings through the winter into this Spring — gratitude.
To see the lilies growing through the leaves I planted last year. One for every beloved friend who helped me through my Winter. Their long sharp green leaves soaking up the sun with me — soon-to-be petals of all colors — gratitude.
To know of all the beings who rest in this little faded yellow house. Even when they need a lot of care in my responsibility, the home…
