Before work I sit beside a pond
where frogs sleep and dragonflies play.
Winter is tipping into spring,
and already French lavender sends out faint tendrils of scent;
purple blossoms flutter up rosemary branches.
This is what we’ve been waiting for,
my hibernating muse and I.
Sun just peeking over a roof touches my forehead
and dapples the rust-red algae
covering the little pond like a velvet coat.
The monarchs are departing, winging their gentle way northward.
Now the sun kisses the page of my notebook,
and daffodils praise the morning light.
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz who is grateful to make her home on the California coast once more after living internationally and on the road. She studied comparative literature at UC Davis and received a master’s degree in library science from UCLA, which gave her a way to earn a living while making a life among books. Her poetry and essays have appeared in the Monk in the World Guest Post Series, Moving Force Journal, Presence, Porter Gulch Review, Second Wind, Sisters Singing, and The New Story, and she has completed a novel called What Lies Buried about a man reckoning with his family’s Nazi past.
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The Kingdom of Enough 
This is a very sweet ode to the extraordinary beauty in our ordinary moments….Lovely writing. Thank you.
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