Quiet Moment

Moments

I think of quiet moments

Of silent moments

Of moments within moments

Most every moment

I think of the ways

The space

And span

Of time

Are held within

These precious moments.

I listen for the well concealed

Silence

That echoes

At the center 

Of time.

I pay close attention

To the way the squirrel walks

To the wood thrushes

Fluteful song.

I have to be alive

To be held

In silent moments

Of presence.

I have to hear

The beating

Of my heart

And witness my blood

Pump

Like the vibration 

Of the cicadas song.

I have to feel

My lungs

Full with the breeze that blows

The waves of the water

Up on the shore.

Words

Fail to represent

That which I experience

In the quiet moments

In the moments within the moments

I think about.

~ Sarah Hubbard 6/4/16

Orbs

The pine warbler is beginning to sing to the pines.

The birds tend the growing earth and the growing earth tends us.

The breeze carries the season and the light show us the way.

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Fog

A foggy dew

drippy

kind of morning

where the air

is cool enough

that you can feel the breeze

on the tip of the nose

but warm enough

where a sweater will suffice...

With nuthatch, titmouse, chickadee and cardinal

busily doing

what they need to do.

 

Okay, yes, I will sit here a bit longer.

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Burgandy

The golden crowned kinglets have joined the bird guild and the towhee has begun calling regularly again.

A cat bird has moved into the neighborhood

I can smell the snow from the north on the breeze.

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Spider

Spiders Web

Visible

Fragility

A great paradox

Of strength

Unseen

Except

In flashes

Of sunlight

And only

On the

Softest

of breezes.

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