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

Squirrel

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

The Dancer

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

Weedroot

Weedroot

Certainly there is hope
springing eternal
from the well of Spirit
A gift unto itself
awaken the thread of it
tug on it to discover
a weed’s root
ensconced and bed by
the heart of hearts
My heart is full
I thrive… with hope

The Dance

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

Beauty

Most all of the time

the beauty noticed

pierced his toughened armor

Allowing the brightness of Love

to stir his soul