where is the lemon ?

where is the lemon

i sit here

and i am cleansing the palette

of my thoughts

that i may taste every nuance

of this moment

the tufts of cotton we call clouds

hang softly upon the fair blue canopy

we call sky

the wind is teasingly playing it’s games

whistling in my ears

and the uncut winter grass is swaying to the music

can you hear it

The Mountain stands before me

in it’s majestic reverence

witnessing the beginning

and the end

of another eternal glimpse

of the slow moving landscapes

life

the flies somehow know it is nearing their time

for a few scouts

have come out

to take notes

and go and tell

what this new coming season

is all about

i smile

a careless smile

of content

and i conclude

that this day it seems

i was meant

to be right where i am

sitting here

cleansing my palette of thought

that i may allow what may come

where is the lemon ?

© 23 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.