One Can’t but Notice Every Little Thing
Sunday sonnet
Published in
Jun 26, 2022
Much happens in so little space and time.
Some of it bad yet quite a bit is good.
Sometimes we try and fail to calm the rhyme
that keeps rehashing all this ground we stood.
I turn to smell the sweet scent of this rose.
It doesn’t quite do it on the first time.
Keep trying. I just won’t be one of those
ignoring blossoms, only see the climb.
A few more minutes in this natural
world, living life for life. This greening love
brings such abundance most compatible.
Rise up in harmony you cooing dove.
One can’t but notice every little thing
and suddenly it’s now our time to sing.
Thank you, Katie Michaelson, and The Daily Cuppa for publishing these Sunday sonnets. Thank you readers, always. Welcome to summer.
