the little Bluestem sways .....
listening as the prairie earth struggles to rise into this warm blue sky morning
violet-grey ribbons of geese weave from horizon to sun
and back again
it is timeless & precious here
poppy mallow .....
await in dry tenderness
the fragrance of life cuts it's way into your soul &
each step crackles with the weight of presence & direction
wander into the wild of this
last-of-winter blue morning
understand time & place
fragility & sureness
close your eyes
the unfolding ....