Haloed

The halo rests around my eyes –

I see it everywhere I look —

Red dogwood in the heaven of the winter sun,

contented trills of frogs and blackbirds

And in these moments, a lightness,

borne by the sound of wind chimes

and the unexpected scent of daphne —

gift of sweetness to the whole yard

My steps walk connected,

along the path, behind the wheelbarrow,

and in the gentle placement, day by day

of what must next be done

and how to do it,

and how illumination is provided

in the glow of each thing touched,

each touch received.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 26, 2015