Circle


Sun is low
Shadows lengthen
Run
To the moon
To the sun
Goodmorning
Can you see the pattern?
Trace across the sky

Gravel roads
Trinkets
The rays kiss the frost
Run 
Run
What to?
What from?
Shadows aren't scary
Just a trick of the light
Blocking
An opaqueness
A point of view

Bridges to groves of trees
Seeds planted
They bloomed
Connected
Shake
Quake
Wait

To tame is to make wild
To let be
Listen as thoughts whirl
Pass like clouds
Put it in a jar
Keepsake for another day

Seven wings
Singing things
Parts made whole
Arms made warm to hold
Closer
Enfolded
Safe

My penguin
How far we've flown
For flightless birds
Not bad
You take me as I am
You love my strength
Love my wierd ways
My person
My Bug
Forever and always

Gratitude is a practice
Send the leaves flying
Name the colors
Choices for children
carry you?
Or walk?
Either way 
Little llama llama
Stay by momma
the road is a perilous space

To be seen
To see
In groves of trees
And tabletops
In cards
In cups of coffee
In wine cups
Singing 
Swimming
Floating 
Free


















Comments

  1. LexieOctober 29, 2024 at 8:07 PM

    This part really hit me profoundly "Shadows aren't scary
    Just a trick of the light
    Blocking
    An opaqueness
    A point of view"

    ReplyDelete

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