Out My Window

The Ravens call to each other’s brotherhood, while lofty redwoods reach upward. Their branches stir and squeak blowing and flowing with benign breezes. Under their dusky shade, weary deer find their occasional peace resting upon the vintage needles to sleep. Landing in the lower Bay tree’s limbs, rustling Wrens clacker their chorus of ditties and riffs carried by ocean sent breezes reminding the sparky squirrels to store their gathering stash soon. Monarch butterflies flutter by still churning the fading fall flowers finding sparse samples of sweetness as the sun-striped honeybees slickened tongues suck their last nectar. Other creatures - the tireless tree rats, dusty molting bunnies, dirty nosed moles, light-footed foxes, and mama mountain lion with cubs express their mortal duties for the coming cold. As I wander through this pantascopic menagerie encompassed in its completeness, each path I take deepens to its source. For I journey with my true self, inspired and consummated in this imperfect perfection, bringing me home once again.