Breathing Deeper
November 15, 2012
Hope
Like the peppermint stick
Has elements which startle the senses.
When all in my midst is flat,
Is dull,
Is flavorless . . .
Suddenly,
Life holds all it did before,
Yet there is also something new.
Something at once pungent and sweet
Has reached my senses.
I inhale its fragrance,
I taste its sweetness,
I hunger for more
Knowing more is there for me,
And perhaps has been all along
Yet I somehow failed to notice
Until now.
By Martha L Shaw – Copyright 11-15-2012