Monday, May 2, 2011

There is life here,
there is life here!

Hidden under things:
our table, your skin.

Buried in things:
my soul, the rabbit mother's nest.

Washing over things:
birdsong, breeze and rain --
blessed sunrise falling rain.
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1 comments:

Sarah said...

I am so excited to see new writings here! Part of what I love about poetry is that it pulls together words and unspoken mystery that can be felt and seen. You do this!

May 2, 2011 8:46 PM

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