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