We come to this place
that is so full of home
that we can bask in it —
soak it in, feel royal,
receiving the gift of everything
that has been tended
Lush lilies fragrance their gratitude for water,
mint its gratitude for wind,
Water of the creek sings sweetly
down towards evening,
my feet, wet and cool
beneath their shimmer
This place is home —
Not ours, but enough its own
to richly share,
make us rest easy
in the bounty of its essence.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2015
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