A most wonderful tree
spoke out to me as I wandered
around the vast tranquil lake
in the sunshine of my Tuesday birthday
She said I am a dancer
will you dance awhile with me today
What was there for me to say?🪶
The Grace of Trees
Tag Archives: grace
Is There No Perfection
Who is there to ask
for definitions not yet discovered
A lonely imagination
pausing to look out upon darkest night
What layers comprise
perfection in form or grace or sound
Spirit of winter
Instruments built from ice of frozen lakes
cut from their melancholy depths
Are there screams
echoing from the drawings to surface
Is there acquiescence
breathless upon a reluctant entrance
And why forever
is it never quite good enough to placate
Our perpetual longing
like Alcyon waiting for Ceyx
Butternut
Listen: hushed wind in wispy reeds
Trace graceful wings on low horizon flight
Stretch long and slow to sunrise calling
Watch solitary fisher’s lazy navigation ripple
Read Waugh by headlamp under stars
Photograph leaves afloat on morning waves
Walk barefoot amid green velvet grasses
Lean back for best cloud views from this shade tree
Nod to Buddha admiring white lilies full blooming
Sip wine by candlelight in good company conversing
Return boat safe in harbour before light evening rain
Yes, alright, I’ll hope to be back soon this way again.
Privilege
Walking upon frozen lake today
An eagle emerges
then glides away
A privileged life is one of
grace in an everyday.
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