How Precious Is All We Do Not Own

How Precious Is All We Do Not Own

How precious is all we do not own
The gift of life , our time unknown

Song thrush sweet melody dawn and dusk
Old English rose and her heavenly musk

Honey bees orgasmic union with flora
The phenomenal light of a rainbow aura

Exquisite Fractals in snowflakes and trees
Dew kissed spiders webs the hive of bees

Gentle sound of sleeping dogs
Winter fires with crackling logs

Smells of fresh linen and crisp cotton sheets
The self as she parts and dream-self you greet

The ebb and flow of the heart of the sea
Gift of the senses so precious to me .

Jeni 14:5:23