Perennial

I feel such gentle pleasure in my own life
 even as the world is shattered and hurting.
 Yet here I am, quietly joyful,
 gratitude as wide as the sky.
 

I do grieve. I do curl in on myself

and droop toward a weary earth.
 

But now I am only in wonder
 that I keep opening and
 absorbing the light
 for longer at a time.

Photo by Zoltan Tasi