feeling the new

feeling  the new I sit wondering what to call this grounding my feet to Earth my sighs float up to blue sky mingling  with morning birdsong

not alone but left behind

not alone but left behind flock scattered but a few the quiet one didn’t ask the others to stay (now they are all “others”) They didn’t ask anything she has the only voice now the birds flock they forget but a few I’m fairly certain birds don’t cry I only cry in dreams and rainy […]

it’s dark outside

It’s dark outside and I can hear the birds not singing they are somewhere safe and warm in nests in nooks of trees wrapped in tiny tufts of fur of soft leaves