Inner Voices

by Joanna Lawson
Ontario, Canada

be still         melt into the grove
tentatively touch bladelets of grass
startle at nodding daffodils
inhale pine tips bursting green
tune to robin song from maple perch
taste breezes brushing specks of snow

sing a silent song to spring
wordless ostinato to nature’s wakening
then become lark and lilac cardinal and crocus
robin and sweet rain pine tree and maple bud
leave behind the raucous crowded world
forget fear and furor - and for a moment
stay wrapped in the fold of eternity

 

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