Yes…

Is the splash of berry against softened green,
And, the hanging wisps of Wisteria trees.
It is the glistening of the morning dew,
That adorns the earth in a most brilliant jewel.

Yes…

Is the sultriness of the Summer rose,
And, that hint of Honeysuckle on evening stroll.
It’s the flash 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,
And, the brisk staccato of the Woodpecker’s ‘show’.

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

And, as I settle into this old porch swing,
I can finally see…

All of the gifts my ‘yes’ will bring.