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Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life