“yes is a world
& in this world of yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds”
― E.E. Cummings

Yes…

Is the splash of berry through softened green

And, the hanging wisps of Wisteria trees.

It is the glistening of the morning dew,

That adorns the earth in brilliant jewel.

Yes…

Is the sultriness of the Summer rose,

and, the hint of Honeysuckle on an evening stroll.

It’s that brush of Forsythia’s against faded trim,

And, the bursting blooms of Magnolia limb.

Yes…

Is the pageantry of painted Peonies,

Posted proudly o’er their mid-day tea;

It’s the hushed crescendo of cricket’s bow,

The brisk staccato of the Woodpecker’s ‘show’.

And, as I settle back into this old porch swing

I see…

That these are the gifts my ‘yes’ will bring.