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Flight Time
Heart knowswhen it's time to leave the nest,spread wingsand fly. The nest is soft,rounded, warm,but wings can't foldfor too longor pleats make linesto mar the colors forming. The air is cold in early springor late fall,yet feathers ruffle in the wind,feel the...
Cat Door
Sometimes the door is very smalland not where you lookfor it at all,an opening just wide enoughto slip through.It takes courage to bend so low,make yourself small enoughto fit,taking with youonly what you need.Leaving the rest behindis not as hardas you once...
Towards the Light
By moonlight,or starlight,or in the sun's bright rays,I journey,guiding my wayby keepingto the lightas best I can.Sometimes all seems dark,then I rememberhow the poppy turns its head,follows the sun's passage across the sky,then rests in night's cool shadows,bowing in...
New Day
You have to wake up in the morningand open your blinds to a new day,look past thosepreconceptions that line the window,and open it wideto smell the fresh airand listen to the birds sing a greeting. Make sure you find a lucky pennysomewhere,even if you have to choose...
Tree against the sky
I love to see themstand aloneagainst the open sky,as if they chattered with the starslike birds,and danced with gusting windslike falling leaves.Like statuesthey pose,graceful,as if absorbedin some mesmerizing thoughtabout how infinite space abovecan seem so intimate...
Stopping by trees
I pass the trees each morning—They call to me,whispering in my earas trucks rush by,they wave dark branches at me,and I look, longinglyat how they reach through cloudsto touch the glowing sky,or silver themselves at sunrisewhen grass frostsin early morning dew,then...
Journey Home
You have to knowwhen to set out on your journey,and when to stay home,see what is about to bloom,and what needs clearing.So pull out the rubber boots,the pointed trowel, the rake,the heart shaped hoe your grandmother lovedand set to work.Free the shrubs from...
Spring Green
Coiled,the hills releasein new green grass,wake uprolling,stretch out to the horizon,where the trees,limbs dark against the still dark skywiggle their branches,tingling in early morning mist,and sprigs shoot out,crackling,and birds wing homebuild nests of twigand leaf...
Spring Zone
There has to be a zone for spring,for darkness bursting into lighttoo fast for metering,too swift for placing,changing even as you look.That dark limbjust a moment agowas Zone III shadowed,and now is suddenly alight,aflame with desireto bud and sprig and grow,be all...