mellow

halleluja

to the sweet soul remembering
that can only come
with a return to austere Nature
and the warmth of an older friend
than current self;

to the prospect of new beginnings
with an old flame
with a new set of strangers
somehow less strange for being
farther afield;

to myself,
for self-love restored
in an unwitting moment
of smile,
of clarity,
of troublewishing.

Mmm bop
as Hanson so rightly said.