when I play
against myself
and we both win.
I am writing words
in columns
while sitting on
a trampoline
and the train
is going by
three miles south
of me (I’m guessing).
I scared away
a morning dove
that was pecking
at the ground
below an empty feeder
that I’m too tired to
to fill tonight.
I will try
to teach tomorrow.
The Carolina wrens
are more persistent,
and braver when it comes
to picking seeds
at the feeder.
I have to be outdoors
once a day
to feel completely
alive and part of something
bigger and better
than me.
There isn’t room
in life
for redundancy.
I listened to
a white-throated sparrow,
a northern flicker,
and a northern cardinal.
A house finch joined
the chorus.
I am in North Carolina,
which is only north
depending on where
you are.
Far as my eyes can see, 'till lake touches sky,
Earth beats as one; Poplar, Jack Pine & Birch all
Sing with the White Throated Sparrow, our Planet's
Love songs.
Sloping (5'canopy) an ancient Deer trail along the
Baptism River (flowing into Lake Superior) I startle a
Buck during his midday Nap. Soundlessly lifting up,
He elegantly bounces away.
From above, a dark object swoops in, Brother
Raven is curious, (always a sentinel for Hawks
And Bald Eagles). I stand motionless, willing my
Neo-Cortex to flood my aura with peace; as I
Extend my arm and gently imitate the Raven's
Welcome call, a double-beat "Caw caw"...I am
Here Raven, I am me". My heart quickens as
He alights on my arm, talons gripping my
Forearm gently, but firmly. Cocking my head,
I look deeply into his obsidian eyes to his
Soul...he imitates me, tilting his head in unison,
letting my gaze enter. Images from high race
Thru my mind...the rushing river...undulating
Tree tops...in an instant, we have become
Brothers of the wild, as I softly shake my arm
To set him free.
"I am me, Brother Raven, I am me"
05/30/15
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What a dreary midnight November
Nitrate toxicity this New York City
It should never have happened
Our first winter snow, what a low blow
Congestion, Cough, Runny Nose, Sore Throat
Bengay , Dayquil and Nightquil
Night come early
The dawn cometh late
Ice on the dash board
And the Mailman always late
No wood in the furnace
No white throated sparrow to sing a song
The earth is constantly shifting. “My God How long
To stressed out to sleep
Oh how I love my cup of
Soothing Ginger tea
Why must we suffer?
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