Our daughter Jolene has gone back to college. Her break is over.
Suddenly the house is a lot quieter.
Except for the rockabilly music tim has rediscovered. Loud and quiet at the same time. This is the second week I’m back in the studio after a break. I’ll post pictures soon. Its a commission.
For now, Its all I can do to not sit in front of the window and watch the birds.
This is the moment where the thrushes come to take the berries off the pyracantha. The hermit thrush and blue bird thrush come. One hermit did a dance for us in front of the window this weekend. Twice. It was subtle.
Last night I came back from an inspiring meeting of powerful women who are transforming our planet. I made a pot of soup and chatted with Tim in the rockabilly quiet house. We kissed. And I took some bites of his burrito.
And then I got to thinking about yesterday morning and the walk I took and how the plants are moving very slowly right now. So I wrote this poem while I ran a bath.
Wandering in among
rivulets in a
not-any-more-forest.
Am wondering of the prayer I made
for a gentle shift in water
habits
to make a pond.
Am wading to see if it happened.
Soozan looking
into tired blades
of grass.
Pause for Spring.
Tiny in
visible green.
Between hidden in
the folds.
Will appear
later as the days lengthen
and warm.
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