November 22, 2020
Not quite six o’clock.
I lie in bed, eyes closed:
Grateful for the rain falling on the roof
And for the song of the sparrow outside my window,
Grateful for the cool air I breathe in and breathe out,
For the comfort of warm flannel sheets,
For the cat curled into the comma of my body
Grateful for the blood pulsing through my veins
For my brain, stomach, heart, liver
For all the cells and within them
The tiny mitochondria beating out energy
Grateful for this life.
Kristin Moyer
Yes.
Thank you for the joy of your poetry — especially in these difficult times.
Thank you so much, Suzanne!
Thank you, dear friend, glad you are reading my blog.
Many blessings, Kristin. Thank you for a lovely, thoughtful poem.
Thank you, Mary. So very grateful for this life..
Thank you, Kristin!