One after the other, twitter prompted a string of bright poems today.
If you watch the swallows’ dance,
and look with unclouded eyes
into the morning sky, the rose’s heart,
If you can see the miracle of life
In a drop of dew balanced on a petal’s lip
perhaps you will see me.
My breath withheld,
a leaf dancing between fire and water,
I wait to catch your eye,
a silver thread,
hanging from a star.
All good things
smell of the sea
or taste of pines
or morning sun
or lie curled and sleeping
within the reach of my hand.
Bathed in silver light
the world is soft,
full of dancing shadows
and the excited cry of the fox,
blossoming like the pale stars of windflowers
when the sun’s voice is silenced.