Namaste morning.
What is life if not -
the aroma of Hyacinths in the Spring;
two squirrels playing tag under the Oak tree;
the howl of the wolf to its lover
on a moonlit night;
the imagination of your breath on my neck
as I write this poem;
and the shy twinkle in your eyes
as I turn around.
Namaste morning

Aztec Warrior 6.15.15