This day rich

With wee wild white roses

Covering the overgrown bush

Air saturated with golden blue

Sunshine and heavy beckoning floral pollen

And grass that is growing faster

Than it can be mown

This is not a day for missing you

For crying over what I can’t have

This is not a day for emptying my tear ducts

Ending up an emotionally shredded

Mass of blonde hair and ruddy cheeks

That was for yesterday

Today is for wandering free

Camera in hand

Laughing at the funny things

People do

Watching a sunset

This is a day for being