There’s a miracle

      in the fuzz  encasing a peach

      in the sprout of  a bulb planted last spring

      in the crunch of an apple

      in  the fragrance wafting from roses lining the garden wall

      in the graceful overlap of mountains afar

      in a  sun rising beyond the winter clouds

      in a drop a rain spiraling in a pond

      in a rainbow slowly  arching overhead

      in an ocean breeze on a summer’s day

      in a smile passed on

      in the breadth  of feeling in a  child’s hug

      in the warmth of my hand in yours

My miracle is you