i go out
to visit the spirits
and soothe my own
today
he was a kestrel
and she a swallowtail butterfly
they met me
at the gate
hovered a moment
then tipped wings
and returned to heaven
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- Lisa :-]
- Incredulous semi-centenarian, tilting the hourglass to keep the years from sifting through ever more swiftly… Let’s see, what century is this? Relocated from Chicagoland to the Pacific Northwest twenty years ago, because you don't have to shovel rain. I can’t NOT write. But words that no one reads are like the tree that falls in the woods. And so I’ve pitched a tent on this blogging beach, where I load my messages into little bottles, cork them and heave them into the surf. And wait…
4 comments:
Nice. :)
Like you, my presbyopia misses things like "wallks" all the time. ;)
Lovely--thinking of walks in Oregon, especially. I once lived in Corvallis--for four years while my husband got a grad. degree at OSU. I miss the Northwest. What a lovely place to walk.
I love it.
Lovely! Truly a prayer-poem to Nature.
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