Toddlers, dogs, and other slobbery things
The way the sun comes from the south through leafless trees
turns the room to gold, makes sleeping dogs glow, mug-steam glimmer
My red wool coat, binoculars, a red-shouldered hawk on the wire, puffed up in the cold, so ruddy!
Bluebirds!
Forest racket- tufted titmouse, chickadee, dripping snowmelt, crunching ice, sudden cry- there is a yellow daffodil in the woods, yes, in January.
Moss, and pearly mushrooms on a log the size of a baby's fingernails
Cedar sapling sprouting from an ancient stump, green on white snow
Kindness.
My father's Bible, marked up, words underlined on a morning perhaps three decades ago at 6 am, looking, looking, for God's justice in the world-
Prayers I can still grasp in my hand and hear, roaring, made of true materials,
The way the sun comes from the south through leafless trees
turns the room to gold, makes sleeping dogs glow, mug-steam glimmer
My red wool coat, binoculars, a red-shouldered hawk on the wire, puffed up in the cold, so ruddy!
Bluebirds!
Forest racket- tufted titmouse, chickadee, dripping snowmelt, crunching ice, sudden cry- there is a yellow daffodil in the woods, yes, in January.
Moss, and pearly mushrooms on a log the size of a baby's fingernails
Cedar sapling sprouting from an ancient stump, green on white snow
Kindness.
My father's Bible, marked up, words underlined on a morning perhaps three decades ago at 6 am, looking, looking, for God's justice in the world-
Prayers I can still grasp in my hand and hear, roaring, made of true materials,
an eternal cry-
no matter all the doubts that came after and in between.
no matter all the doubts that came after and in between.
Last but not least, you, whose heart I long to hold in golden fingers and breathe life, love, upon.
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