Sunday, March 10, 2024

rising ....
















the little bluestem sways
listening 
as the prairie earth struggles to rise into this warm blue sky morning
violet-grey ribbons of sandhill cranes weave from horizon to sun
and back again
it is timeless & precious here
coneflowers
indian grass
poppy mallow .....
await in dry tenderness
the fragrance of life cuts its way into your soul 
and
each step crackles with the weight of presence & direction

wander into the wild of this
last-of-winter first-of-spring blue morning

understand time & place
fragility & sureness
close your eyes 
and
smell 
the unfolding ....