speaking to a crow

how stately you are
enthroned on the fence;
a pastoral prince

tell me please, 
Mr. crow,
what do you feel

when eggs hatch in spring
or sun warms your wing
in the middle of winter?

“Some people talk to animals.  Not many listen though. That’s the problem. “

“A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh”

what i saw there

there were headstones
sprinkled in the pine
behind
iris
and a million mighty oak leaves
fallen

but the sacred place
was laced
with green
upon green

upon
green

radiance hemmed in?

fenced in
she was

with such a tiny place
to dwell

yet prominent
in the whole of the scene

and anyone just happening along
could tell
the spell she breathed 

was beauty


* This striking white iris reminded me of cherished friends and family through the years, who experiencing what would appear to be “a hemming in”….or a “narrowing of influence and opportunity,” made use of their undesired circumstances to exude an even brighter radiance. I appreciate and applaud them all.

alley garden

there was no landscaper
compost
fertilizer
or 
mulch

no garden tour
nor gardener 
to lovingly boast

her texture, though,

her color
her line

were 
in the narrow alleyway
a mark

of the divine