Enjoying a warm cup of chamomile tea, feeling the calming effects wash over me. Grateful for these peaceful moments amidst the chaos of the day.

The scissors wait near a threadbare sock.

A thistle blooms beside the forgotten rake.

I walked until I disappeared—in the best way

Nature never rushes, but it's always right on time

That finch flitted by like a spark of joy

Watching wings reminded me I was caged by thought

The rain hits the tin roof like a memory.

Birds make the sky feel inhabited, not empty

The dust pan is full, though nothing fell.

He sharpens the knife but doesn’t cook.

I stood in awe of a sky that asked nothing

A tiny cut from life, full of meaning. ��️