Summer

May 2, 2016

 

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On winged feet, aflurry,

summer comes.

Elements of clarion water, sultry breeze and flaring sun see play,

a hop-scotch amidst the dotted meadow.

Time for fire-flies to waltz in golden glint,

for lilies to raise triumphant heads.

Hear ye, starling and black-bird,

bellows sweet aria.

Hear, owl and night jar,

chant hallowed Compline.

See fire glint in the falcon’s eye,

bounce on the back of a wildcat

Behold a cadre of bats aflutter,

insects ahum, like manifold lyres

and will-o-whisps a saunter.

In summer’s fire,

thunder cries out,

rain plays a staccato fugue,

the very air crackles with worn time.

Watch, feel, the trees alimber,

their wild dance, exultant shower of seed.

Breathe the night-blooming jasmine,

as it utters melismatic,

summer’s timeless tune.

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Morning Prayer

February 25, 2015

Into the forest glistening, damp,
I traversed.
Rustling grass, my nave,
Arched canopy above, my vault,
white moths twinkling, my candles.
Oh blue warbler, my cantor in his forked loft!
Twigs and stones, my resting place
among things green, ancient, and alive.
Round and round, squirrels leap
in liturgy of chase and play
The spotted owl calls out an antiphon.
My nostrils inhale musky woods,
reminding me of something forgotten.
Here, time lies still,
hushed, savage and sacred.
Birds and beasts sing,
sing the morning-prayer with me!

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