Friday, March 8, 2013

rising ....
















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
coneflowers
indian grass
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 
and
smell 
the unfolding ....


2 comments:

  1. wander into the wild of this last -of-winter blues morning...fabulous line and fabulous poem.

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