Over his morning coffee, he sat
dreaming of yesterday's spring
and the hill country of his youth,
remembering summers of peace
and autumn days when he still thought
life a forever thing. The world lay before
him then, a ripe field awaiting harvest.
Now beside this sad cup, a winter hand,
so withered and so gray, an old man's
hand he barely recognized as his own.
Then his gaze found her playful smile.
In the hazel warmth of her eyes he
felt like spring again, the rich loam of
her love yielding a gentle harvest of joy
The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it. Thích Nhất Hạnh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
© 2015, poem, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), all rights reserved; 2012, photograph, Wendy Rose Alger