Category: writing

Yesterday
A hummingbird moth
today
the dragonfly appeared 
And you, so long gone 
sat within my shadow
Bringing tiny gifts on invisible wings
gently resting
forever
between the summers.

What is hail she asked?

Ice cube rain, in summer, loud and unexpected, like the clouds are shouting

Pay attention!
something is happening

Here, now.

The sun moves across the garden teasing open a hidden bloom.
Let me fold into the warm and brilliant hue a prayer of curiosity.

In my garden
I do not cry out to God
I listen
and in the silence
a song rises
between God and I
while the earth does
what it does so well
performing miracles
A rose opening
in the rain.

I see
A singular expression
Within the infinite array of light
a myriad of possibilities
and you?