Grateful

When the sun shines
shadows in the new leaves
of the maple
outside my window,

or when rain greets me
with a happy whisper
on the roof,
laughing
just above me,

I am grateful

for the opening
of the eyes
that see

the outline
of a hand
on the rise and fall

of the breath
in the body

and the mind
filled with thinking

and a heart
that loves
today

unconditionally

as if

there were none

before
and will
be none

when
the
day
is

gone..