BLISS

This poem was posted onYourDailyPoem.com on June 2, 2016

There is a stillness here, a cathedral ambience. Song birds silently flit by, A yellow butterfly flutters aimlessly about and two Painted Ladies twirl as one. Hummingbirds pause briefly, sipping at the colored feeder, and   a raven tops the eucalyptus tree, then swoops northward toward the University, to audition, perhaps, for a playhouse Poe recital. Plant life, both deeply rooted, and pampered into pots, speaks quietly to me. Tall trees ache to dance in the wind. A Hibiscus shrub flaunts its crimson blossom and a Ficus tree, newly shorn, glows golden in the noonday sun. Were you to ask, “Which way to heaven?” I would reply: “We are there. We are there." -by e. hujsak