Buzzards Gift
In the middle of the street
cars whizzing by
yet none rolling over
a single feather
attempting to take off
over and over again
with fickle breezes
Buzzards forfeit
grounded like road kill
waving at me
as I walked by
In the middle of the street
cars whizzing by
yet none rolling over
a single feather
attempting to take off
over and over again
with fickle breezes
Buzzards forfeit
grounded like road kill
waving at me
as I walked by
Tree shook
when squirrel jumped
with delight – leaves dancing
Community
a part of – each involved
Morning dove perched
lackadaisical nest
dropped stems and pieces
on geranium’s head
and caterpillar nibbling
All while squirrel played
As above, so below
Connected to both
the dancer spun
mixing the very air
blending in her heart
the forces of her life
mundane whipped up
by Spirit grace
a frothy concoction
ever spinning
ever sublime
Heels massaging the face
of the Earth
as we shuffled around and around
Dusty thank yous
soaring hearts
voices joined like
entwined fists
Strong statements of love
Singing in the sun
The world, creation