did we think the birds would not sing this ending too, that the morning sky would no longer disrupt the waiting dark, pull mountain and horizon from the deep red start. did we think we would not feel this change wind blow. this too will fall away. we are children of this earth and sky,…
long before dawn broke the world into matter and light, and mountains took form from the night, birds began waking the trees, singing stomata open and leaves unfurled – ready to taste first light.
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…