Little birds

Now at my doorstep little birds

Flit here, and there, collecting the seeds I hung.

The wind picks up in the cedar with a roar.

The bees struggle homeward, heavy with their sweet burden.

Dandelion helicopters lift off and twirl across

My waiting garden soil.

Everything has taken wing.

I was going about that simple business of loving and living.

I was winding my way through days of joyful belonging.

Now everything has taken wing,

Unsettled itself,

The sudden freedom fresh and sharp

Seeding itself randomly on my soul.

Tue, May 8, 2007 - 2:01 PM