#thrush
weep not in the willows my child
the summer day calls you to play
the mothers songs calls you to smile once more
lifts your heart from this sullen mood
laugh once more
summer has come
chase dragonflies in the thrush's nest
let the words dance your tongue
quick now and high you leap to catch firefly
for summer grass has such a sweet scent when cut
blends the heart with wondrous dreams
faster fun with bright smiles
quick now my child
race your shadow's footsteps along the path
in the summer wood
watch the dandelions spread wings on the wind
watch the sunlight catch the sky afire
so much wonder to be found
listen now for mothers song
her voice will call you from your sleeping
to run laughing in the tall grass
chase the bluebird
walk with the sun through the puddles
quick now my child
love the world before you grow too old
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Wandering
not lost because only those
who choose to be lost
are the ones who feel most free.
Wondering
not found because those who
find themselves stranded on mountains
peaks that steep with cliffs
so brief they threaten to
collapse the body with snow.
But dirt tends to cling
to those who dare
themselves to fall
hitting pine trees
and mulberry bushes
hearing buzzing bees
and small white thrushes.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
You came
Like a thrush;
Swiftly over the soft hills of powdered snow
And landed
On my shoulder
Perching on me as snowflakes dusted my hair
Then you left
In a single breath
Leaving me behind to face the avalanche, alone once more
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC