at 6 am, light.
in the trees, chirping.
along the neighborhood streets, blooming jacarandas.
at the market, asparagus.
in our windowsill, chamomile.
wrapped around my shoulders, a pashmina.
the talk of the town, mothers.
on trails, wildflowers.
in the air, aromas from reawakened grills.
in my glass, rose.
outside, dinners.
on the 22nd, a special birthday.
bedside, lilacs.
at 7:30 pm, fading light.
living wabi-sabi 