Morning in MayPosted: May 7, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: blogging, compassion, freshly pressed, kindness, love, may, Mindfulness, Omaha, passion, Poetry, Prose, Rosalind Brackenbury, Seva, Seva For the Heartland, Spring, weekend, writting, yoga 2 Comments
Grass grows in the night
and early the mockingbirds begin
their fleet courtships over puddles,
upon wires, in the new green
of the Spanish limes.
Their white-striped wings flash
as they flirt and dive.
Wind in the chimes pulls music
from the air, the sky’s cleared
of its vast complications.
In the pause before summer,
the wild sprouting of absolutely
everything: hair, nails, the mango’s
pale rose pennants, tongues of birds
Words, even, and sudden embraces,
surprising dreams and things I’d never
imagined, in all these years of living,
one more astonished awakening.
I like this =)
“… and early the mockingbirds begin
their fleet courtships over puddles…”
Subtle, yet powerful imagery 🙂