she said she would start a gratitude journal.
is it necessary to write it down on paper
I feel it in my bones in the forest,
draped in white, the only sound of snow
dropping from a high up branch as a
squirrel bounces along the branch.
do I need to write it when I look into
their eyes, the same eyes that looked
up at me from birth, now looking out
to a larger world with an occasional glance
back to me for support and encouragement.
Gratitude, when I walk the black puppy
in the forest as the clouds burst forth
in oranges, pinks and roses, my eyes
smell them, gratitude, I do not need
to write it, I see it, I hear it, I read it
I know it.