Jilly is running a month of Jim Harrison prompts again, so that’s my daily treat sorted.
“Spring day, too loud for talk
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.”
The din of the birds
Some days, my ears tire of the din of the birds,
When the long-winged hawk hangs in the still air,
And about my feet, the bent grasses where hides the hare
Call me, with the moist voice of the rain-bubbling earth.