What makes you happy?
What cup of steaming morning brew
What weathered hand gently held
What nubile leaf or garden sprout
What laugh cascading through the trees
What waft of fresh spring early air
What downy pair of woolly socks
What baby’s breath upon your shoulder
What fresh cut grass
What distant thunder
What moment lost and then regained
What friend arriving unannounced
What day fulfilled
What night so deep
What word what way
What makes you happy?
-P. Sanderson
Rabbit Reverie
I can’t help but wonder
Coffee in hand
What the whitetail thinks.
Submerged in a patch of hop clover
Sharing it with the morning bees,
Is it lost in the wonder of such fortune?
It looks to think it is invisible
In its solitary motionless meditation
Hunkered down, vanished in the moment
Unseen to predators
As a mound of grey and white.
Does it retreat deep into itself
In a quiet reverie
Still in its own reality
Still as it knows to be
A practice tried and true?
And then in an instant of its wise choosing
It breaks from its retreat with a twitch of the nose,
Lifts a clover from the ground
And chews.
-P.Sanderson
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