A Song of Gratitude
For the Spirits of Mist & Sunbeams
Oh! My eyes have opened again, and I will thank the moss. Thank the dewdrops. Thank the roots that twist and twirl. Thank the stream, singing its silver song.
In the glade, I have seen my reflection ripple, and I thank the water. I thank the wildflowers. I thank the hush of morning mist.
And the sunbeam, oh! I thank the sunbeam!
And the blackberries, and the honey, the golden hush of my woodland kitchen.
I thank the kettle spirits, and the dandelion tea gods, and the slender, glinting wings of the dragonfly keepers — what a wondrous life.
If I could, I would kneel down, press my forehead to the softest moss bed, in a clearing where no one goes, a gentle fox queen might circle me three times and call me friend.
But I cannot kneel, nor float with the fireflies, nor even stretch high enough to brush the tallest pines, like a hawk who soars into the sun, its chest wide open for the warmth, so it glows from the inside, lighting every branch, every dreaming heart.
I bow to the hawk, thank you, thank you, and the hawk calls back —
How wondrous is your earthbound world! So rich in mushrooms and wild mint, so rich in lantern light and soft wool blankets, and whatever love is, whatever this sweet nectar is, this delight. What is this thing you call strawberry jam on warm bread?
And oh! I will thank my own two hands
For gathering the blackberries, for stirring the honey,
For lighting the lantern as dusk falls soft and blue.
I will thank my feet, for knowing the path home,
For tapping along to the stream’s silver song.
And my heart, oh! I thank my heart —
For opening wide enough to hold this wonder,
For knowing love when it tastes like warm bread and sweet jam,
For knowing joy when the hawk calls back.
This poem is inspired by
’s post Giving Thanks to the Butterknife Gods. I love her words. They always bring a spring in my step!More posts that feel honey-ed like this one:
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This was so beautiful and heartful, I think words will not be enough to appreciate the erudite imagery you make up in this post, absolutely love this Mohika!
Thank you for writing such beautiful pieces❤️✨
I am honored, Mohika, that you were so inspired by my poem. I am inspired by yours! How lovely and lush, how full of mint and honey. Isn't it wonderful to praise the world instead of damning it? I spend too much time being angry instead of being joyful. I think, perhaps, the trick may be to rejoice in everything we can rejoice in, and step laughingly over everything that we cannot.