Lindi-Ann Hewitt-Coleman

listen
it is love
that the night birds call
through the deep treed valley
through the forest
through my core
tonight
the stars bloom fragrant
in a sea grass sky
i listen for love
in the night birds call.

it seems
my eyes have cleared
since the rain
that washed two nights away
breeching the sand bank
at the river mouth
gifting dark waters
to the waiting sea.

i have hung my heart
from the tree in the forest
waiting for your return.
may the rain be gentle
and the wind blow soft
and then, when its time
let my heart open
petal by joyous petal
to the urgent singing
of the birds.

i created a blog and then took a while to post anything.