Blessings
Woke to a soft morning, felt whole,
warm under duvet, hands hugging my shoulders,
I smiled at the sleepy hug;
Stretched, felt every limb start to sing
as I allowed time to just be – before day begun.
Opened the curtains and saw the sun
hugging my garden, the trees, the sky;
All seemed pure and renewed,
only distant rumbles from planes high above,
Bringing people here and there.
Content with my place just now
until fate decides otherwise as mystery unfolds.
Arrived from one haven and landed in another;
I realise I am blessed.
© miriam ivarson
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