Count
the shades of green.
Consider —
shifts of light,
and breeze-stirred
leaves…
Count again.
Again.
Until birdsong fills
that over-muscled organ
secured beneath
protective ribs.
Until the memory
surfaces —
This
is
the way.
— C.Birde, 6/18
4 Comments
Lovely.
Thank you, Chris 🙂 We have to constantly remind ourselves, don’t we?!
Oh that’s beautiful Carrie.
Thank you, Ewian. Regardless of how many times I visit this particular place, the angle of approach — a new entrance, a path hiked in reverse — always offers new aspects of beauty 🙂