Deep within each pulse. Icicle drippings , slower under western blush, hint frozen silence. A woodpecker clings upside-down under his limb, tuning the forest. Broken branch still clings to all the tree it has known, breeze-swayed above ground. My sturdy white pine preaches calm to the maples stripped bare in the yard.
Remembered writers film murderously fast trains from close to the tracks.
The most delicious strawberries are the first ones needing replacement. Raindrops and babies. My prayer only asks that, to the sea of goodness that I feel all around me, I might be allowed to add my anonymous drop. Today you overwhelm my most lovingness by how strangely deep you go into, through, and around me. One, which breathes.