Soften Our Brutal World
early morning....
I watch a chickadee perch on my bay leaf tree,
dropping down to sip water from my birdbath
next to the tiny cherub angel, leg extended
in welcome-
my hand loomed rug, crafted by a bluffwoods
Grandmother, lovingly watches over me-
His shadow arc's and infiltrates my prism,
if I'm less brutal today, maybe others will
feel it too-
..... maybe
feel it too
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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