Garden Greetings

I rolled over and padded downstairs

Anticipating rich, creamy nectar

In my chosen avocado green mug.
“Good morning,” he called
His familiar smile crinkly from sleep.
“Not really,” I grunted, and
Retreated into myself.Seeking solace, I slithered into the garden.
“Good morning,” she mouthed
Her icy blue petals delicate and tall.
“Not really,” I sighed, and
Stepped further.

“Smile,” she breathed
 Her cheerful words bright and welcoming.
“Not yet,” I hissed, and
Kept going.
“Come closer,” she mouthed
Her vivid scent intoxicating and deep.
I paused
Closed my eyes
Breathed deeply
Relented
And murmured,
“Good morning.”
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Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe at jenniferwolfe.net.

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  1. Thank you for this, Jennifer. I’d love to use this as a retreat opening piece — it so speaks to the “oh so human” process of shifting awareness. Spot on.

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