Listen for the blue note in the sparrow’s call: “Remember this!”
Notice where it flies when leaves begin to fall.  Remember this.

Yesterday I watched the morning awaken,
and in the shapes of clouds I could read the scrawl: Remember This.

Take hands and step forward with love in your heart
and do not worry about what might befall.  Remember this.

You remembered my question when you returned.
I had painted it, bright red, on the wall: Remember this.

When one who is known as the Weaver is gone,
What remains are these words in the sand–that is all: Remember this.

 

Thursday’s Prompt

Tomorrow’s poem will be a poem for children.  Join me?

 

Gratitude List:

1.  Clear questions, with thoughtful and earnest answers.
2.  Great blue heron
3.  Finding ways to warm up
4.  Discovering the new JK Rowling book in the library
5.  Vision.  Sight.  Eyes.

May we walk in beauty.

Morning frost on the inside of the window.