Winter Don’t Go Quite Yet
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| redtwig dogwood, my yard, renton wa |
outside in this open sky
gratitude falls
and
I hear:
more bird sounds,
echoing/answering
amidst the branches,
waking up to more light.
windchimes slight
in the breeze,
their delicate sound
a witness to the wind.
I see:
a dull palette of
varying grays-
the distant view
so very much
like yesterday–
Stark, empty branches
a sticking place
for the hummingbird
whose darting ways
I can only glimpse
because there is no green yet.
A godsend,
this view
how the empty lines and limbs
make room for seeing
what else might
fall from the sky.
What have I been missing?
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This post is a response to Chapter 5 ‘Sky/Gratitude’ from God in the Yard by LL Barkat. The words keep prompting me to see and hear in a completely new way.
Linking for the first time with “Tell His Story”
over at Jennifer Lee’s…..because this is just the beginning.
