It was a beautiful beginning to my day… time at the Farmer’s Market; coffee and breakfast by the sea; pen and paper and time; and the joy of an inspiring cool breeze moving through the kitchen. Can’t begin to describe the good that this sort of thing does for me…
Upon my hands
My cupped hands, my herb-
anointed hands, have just
stripped stems of their incense,
their leaves that bear a heady subtlety,
a bite, a bloom of green, a tease,
a taste, of the wind that has laughed
while passing through this garden.
I bow my head, I inhale earth’s grace,
and give thanks for such a blessing
that lingers upon my hands.
Kimberly M. King