Let the river wash me,
the moss and brown duff
soften my footprint,
the flicker of bird wings
quiet desire.
Moonlight paints the land
in a silver unseen ‘til I rise
and enter the night.
Clouds boil through the valley,
trees awash with summer rain;
every sign and signal given.
Sitting in my garden this morning I watched two hummingbirds give me “what for” because they were out of sugar water. I smiled and chuckled. Some signs and signals are noisy.
But all are welcome.
Beautiful!
I loved the image “let the river wash me today.” For a Jew who has never been baptized, but has been washed by a river, it brings up a feeling of deep soul cleansing.
The first gift is awareness, my Friend. Thanks for sharing yours so artfully.
wonderful as always Don….how is the island this summer?….i loved the quiet of islands, the quiet here….the quiet in your words…