and sometimes the world sighs a moment – floats pink petals on dark water that flows slow-deep beneath old forest boughs heavy in bloom.
the year breathes. inhales in first breath of the trees, stoma new opened by the song of birds longing for light. it breathes, gulps morning lungfuls of sea mist and krill dreams, exhaling mountains air warm and fragrant and humming exoskeleton with uncounted translucent wings soft through the hill grass tossing up estuary sand…