This has been the most felicitous of days.
The message sent us while we lay abed
this morning when morning sun probed
and filtered a beckoning finger assured us
this was no day to be wasted. We raised our
heads and the puppies stirred their response
to the invitation. Whoever claimed there is
no perfection did not as we did revel in the
beauty of a spring day whose breezes cooled
and becalmed the atmosphere fired by the
sun. The forest proudly whispered come in
won't you? and we did. Robins sang and the
whirr of transparent dragonfly-wings flecked
our vision transfixed by the emerald green of
the forest canopy, the floral panicles of the
understory dogwood, the grace of the ferns
on the forest floor, the promise in the multitude
of flowers on raspberry and blackberry canes. The
forest stream shimmered and shone in the sun
and we thanked nature for another perfect day.
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