Songs of Earth
There is only today, really just this moment of gray cloud and May green as tall trees luff in the breeze. From our hidden core
May 27, 2018
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There is only today, really just this moment of gray cloud and May green as tall trees luff in the breeze. From our hidden core
Bent over in spring rain the hill is steep, climbing from river to promontory rock. Bowed but not broken I keep inside my coat, one
Fishermen troll along the shore, lines down in a cleft below the sea where otters swim sleek and mercurial. Seals bob along, slow and patient
I disturbed the geese apart from their flock, standing in purple camas, complaining in goose talk. With the geese gone, alone now except for swifts
You don’t have to correct the world nor the billions of people. The stars were placed long ago, the weary moon constant in its track.