I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed- and gazed- but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

~William Wordsworth

these kind openings in the days bring hope….

inquiry for today~ whatever you see today, celebrate…..

in between here

She wore the scent

of early spring

on her delicate neck

and every kiss I stole

tasted of bright yellow flowers

and buzzing bees.

~Michael Faudet