Jones Gap

My breath before me

A hat upon my head

In absolute stillness

I hear the katydid sing

So close I can hear the massage of their wings

Before his music fills the air

Of the night.

I climb giant rocks

To better look out over the river

Gazing into the wandering waters

The stories it's molecules can tell..

Without from whence it came

It would have no where to go.

In the darkness of the new moon

The wolf moon

I have heard the Owls song

And the coyotes howl.

I wonder over all of it.

How did they come to also be in this time?

In this place?

Out of rock

Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.

~ Rabindranath Tragore

Flow

Bear country

Ember

I gaze to the paling rosy sky

And hear the rustle of the drying leaves,

The calls of the downy woodpeckers,

The joining together of the bird guilds.

I delight in the song of the pine warbler

And the chirp of the crickets

Both calling Fall to spread herself

Upon the land

In hues of golds, red, and orange.

I listen for the last of the cicada song

Fading fast

On the branches of trees

Just beginning to release their leaves.

I wait for the morning glories to open

Right with daybreak.

I watch them close

Their job well done at sunset.

I live for the light.