Morning belongs to the dogs
they claim it before there is light in the sky
today it is the back yard they choose
it is a quieter place
there is furniture and a hiding place
Signs of spring resurrection
in this garden
put on hold by April freeze
we remind ourselves the oak
becomes mighty through perseverance
the cottonwoods wait for some sustained warmth
The relentless passing time slows a few moments
I remember trying years past
to plant the seeds of faith and belonging
for my little girls
like much in life experience
they come upon their own cradle of welcoming spirit
entire fields of poppies and lupine
trembling masses of wild mustard
heads of red clover and dandelion
celebrate the snow and rain
I thought I saw a pileated woodpecker
red crest and white throat
but they do not come here
sometimes I have mistaken finches
for cedar waxwings
The world tends to brighten between my eyes and my knowing
not as brilliant as some
for whom any hazard has its repair in the offing
nature takes its course
we celebrate
#NaPoWriMo
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