In the garden…
thoughts are slowed,
and breath is deeper.
Gentle hands brush past fragrant lavenders,
winter light catches on petals,
highlighting a beauty that often goes unnoticed.
With a kind sun warming your back,
there is a pause,
external noises muffled to the internal slowing beat
A soft sigh,
thoughts not as worrying, concerns not as pressing, what to do next,
definitely not as important,
out here, in the garden.