At dawning, the full moon
paling on her journey west..
Birds shake awake with
crisping leaves glowing
new light awakening..
Misunderstood crows
caw indiscriminately —
city roosters between
darkness and light
There in the depths tendrils with unbelievable strength venture forth, exploring, reaching for sustenance and grace in the moment. All attention is here, seeking —ever present to the warmth of the earth, even while crisp air invites the leaves to dance and stomp with the wind. Not asleep — more awake, seeking…
