If it would
be in winter,
wrap me up
in fleece or
woven
blanket and
cover me
with hat and
gloves and
place me
on the step
in a chair
facing the
sun-rise
as it snows
profusely.
And if it
would be in spring,
make me
gently, toasty warm
and place
me
in that same
chair,
in the
garden of daffodils
and
hyacinths,
facing the
noon day sun,
warm smells
rising-up.
And if it
would be in summer,
place me in
shorts no socks
with a
T-shirt and a favorite
fishing cap
- in the full-sun,
in my garden
of mints,
close enough
to my hive
that I can
watch the bees
and hear
their gentle buzzing
and genuine
love of pollen
and life’s
nectar.
And if it
would be in fall,
take me yet
again to the sun-rise,
but now along the banks
of my Del-a-ware.
Place me there amid gold
and burgundy
sassafras, and
pluck a
tender sassafras
sapling from
the ground
and lay it
in my hands
upon my
blanketed lap,
that I may
smell its rich aroma
and think of
dirt and loam.
No matter
the scene or the
season, the
chair must be of
sumptuous
wood - perhaps a
honey-toned
cherry, of shaker
style with
woven reeds upon
its
seat. If there could be one
with arms,
all the better to hold
my weakening
frame. But if not,
bundle me
secure with fleece
or a woven
blanket of beauty and
color - much
as would come
from an
Appalachian holler which
rolls itself
out into hills.
I have
witnessed
a thousand,
thousand
leavings,
and know
that these
would be my
four
simple
guided wishes
one for each
season
of the earth.
And
if,
if you are
able
and strong
enough
to pull up
chair
and sit with
me,
knee to
knee,
I would be
touched and
adoring at
our time of
softly sitting
in THE
MYSTERY and
THE
STILLNESS,
wrapped
in precious
wonder
and in awe.
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