I woke up this Sunday morning expecting the sun to be shining and to feel warmth in the air. That was not the case. Before I opened my eyes I was snuggled up to my blanket and felt a chilly breeze sweep through my bedroom. There was no shining sun but a cloudy sky and damp ground. I find this poem is very fitting for this cold and beautiful Sunday afternoon.
I am thankful for my body and my health as I am so blessed to have both in this world. We have so much in our life to be truly grateful for, so I ask, what do YOU thank God for today?
A Soft Day
A soft day, thank God
a wind from the south
with a honey'd mouth
a scent of drenching leaves
briar, beech and lime
white elderflower
and thyme
and the soaking grass
smells sweet
crushed by my two bare feet
while the rain drips
drips, drips from the eaves
A soft day,thank God
the hills wear a shroud
of silver cloud
the web the spider weaves
is a glittering net
the woodland path is wet
and the soaking earth
smells sweet
under my two bare feet
and the rain drips, drips,
drips,drips from the leaves.
Winifred M. Letts
