Days that need to be savored

There are days that beg

to be paused

so that we might savor

the blue sky

the gentle breeze

the butterfly landing on the tree

There are days that shout 

to be ended

so that you might never again

hear that cry

feel that grief

be surrounded by so many needs

There are weeks

that combine the two

where one wakes to 

foreboding or cheerfulness

depending on the day

and making one

grateful for

being fair to middling