these bobolinks
migrating home—
sojourners
in a Sabbath meadow
with Emily and me
~Skylark 1:2, winter 2013
migrating home—
sojourners
in a Sabbath meadow
with Emily and me
~Skylark 1:2, winter 2013
calling
the hermit thrush calling
myself. . .
the answer comes
in a tongue I cannot speak
~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013
the hermit thrush calling
myself. . .
the answer comes
in a tongue I cannot speak
~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013
Ah, but I think you can speak in that tongue. Your poems reflect how at one with nature you are.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janet, for your kind & encouraging comment!
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