I watch the cardinal on the wire. I hear a bluebird join the choir. Doves begin to sigh. A dizzy hummingbird zips by, inhales the fragrant honeysuckle which makes the bees let out a chuckle. The inside joke of drunken pollinators eludes the dragonfly. Rabbits dash across the lawn and butterflies, up since dawn, sip sweetness at their leisure from blossoms blooming for my pleasure.
The fullness of my gratitude is in conflict with my attitude as ashes from a world on fire gather at my feet. Separate from community is where my soul and acrimony meet. Wasted hour gives way to fruitless day. Stagnant air and lethargy contrive to keep productivity at bay. The birds have no need of me, except for free seed, and the bees could care less if I stay.
Honie Briggs 
This is gorgeous! Love how your heart and head work. ♥
Dawn, your comment is gorgeous! My heart and my head thank you.
Your heart and your head, are gorgeous!
Wow. I love this! Who knew you were such a poet?
Spontaneous rhyming is a thing with me. Maybe I should have gone into jingle writing. I guess jingles aren’t a thing anymore, are they? So glad you enjoyed it.
Beauty exists without us, but we’re the only ones who know what we’re seeing. That must count for something. 🙂
Appreciation of beauty connects us. Sharing that appreciation enriches us all.
Yes. We’re all stuck inside our own little worlds but beauty does bridge the gaps.
I’ve been there. The magical garden. ❤️
Wish you were here. ♥️
Imaginative and connective!
Just like a garden should be. Thanks for your comment.
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❤️ rightbackatcha!