"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Poem: Nature Beckons Me

 The hills are growing before my eyes,
pushing up into this new day's light.
A baby cries next door as I  stand
in the morning mist, breathing ease
from atop my steaming cup of tea.

Cedar and Oak climb the hillside
arm in arm and, in a puddle below,
a single Starling, glittering with color,
drinks and steps into his morning bath.
The air is crisp and empty of language.

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