gratitude & contrast

This morning the sun
poured in the windows
like something
you could drink.

It glossed the white
walls of my mudroom,
lit up the lacy frost
edging each window.

Some things are so much
better when you draw back
and see them in context;

my day has been full
of this.

That moment
when you notice
some small
miraculous thing.

Like salad greens in December
(after surviving -8 the other night.)
still garnished with a little frost.


Or the 20 (20!) eggs I gathered this afternoon
from the alphabet hens (one for each letter),



or finding cookie cutters
scattered with seed catalogs
across my kitchen table.



There is so much gratitude
in every breath.