As much as I admire your plucky
and bloom, I
really think you’ll
feel more at home in the pasture next door.
photograph by anandasandra from pixabay
I forget that going with the flow means
so gentle, so
effortless. Changing positions? Uh…no.
When cleverness pulls us toward unkindness
which enjoys the
tenderness of connection more than wit.
We can prepare the soil, plant the seeds,
weed and water –
that’s what we
in our gardens, our children, or in us.
As if to reassure us that it meant
no harm, the rain
asked the sun
would judge it not
just by itself, but by the friends it keeps.
After days of rain, sunlight ignited
soaring sparks of
light and allow
myself to simply sit and take it in.
Another storm, another shattered limb
from a tree that
in spring and
in summer – diminished now, but still strong.