birds are scattering songfrom high branches this morning,like berries for the faithfulit falls light and unanswerable, falls trill and pulse andwing purr melody,falls sweet likewell-tongued prayerson the lips of the holy. it calls us to deer paths and mud pathsand roots among the moss paths,calls us to the silent ways of fallen leaf –calls us…
still now,with morningsspeaking in dragon breathand prophetic tonguesof shortening daysand the cold that comesthat comes –still nowthe birds proclaim the day,call clear bluehorizon to horizonwhile singing autumn songs,gorging themselveson fruit full ripe andsweet with sunlight gatheredand grown to seed.
two nights of wind stormshave blown my fearless cover this morning the lightmoves quiet as a snakeand golden across the hills –illuminates tree by standing tree for now the wind has settled,silent and stripped barethe world wakes –my feet crunch brittlein the fallen leavespicking a way betweendropped branches small birds are counting their living,calling to…
birds of the sky when you come to weigh our hearts with a feather, let it be that we have learned more than what we can take from the world, more than we can hold on to with clever hands. let us not be weighed down by what we thought we should have been but…
words don’t come to speak you though i sit here drinking this jubilation watching leaf shadows turn to jewel birds as morning takes the hill takes me, washes the gushing of the season in light only flowers can speak, light only birds can sing. would i choose the way of the flower, way of the…
beneath the cloud stretched sky all is silence unmoving. birds are whispering their names. my footfall is careful between these trees lest my walking shakes the leaves. am i the quiet that holds the centre, or the calm at the eye of the storm.