I must have had a change of heart
Or could have been reborn, instead,
But, either way, the clouds all part
And butterflies swirl round my head.
A doe which strolls across the track
Has got a playful fawn in tow.
They nod to me, and I nod back;
I mean no harm, as well they know.
And swallows flaunt their flying skills
Above a field of green-gold rye,
And everything’s as isness wills
Beneath a robin’s-egg-blue sky.
I’ve never seen the world this way;
It’s how it been, though, day by day.
Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash
