breeze glides through the bedroom.
drifting like soft blue tulle,
yes, today it feels blue
and bird songs float away . . .
from the trees to my soul
here, warm hope keeps alive.
i listen to the tangled lattice
of coconut branches
nodding among themselves.
i wonder of the seashore,
of footprints lost beneath the tide.
June 18, 2020
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A poem by Mary Oliver:Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish...View all Conversations
