Today I have been given the tasks of bringing the vegetables to the family Easter dinner, and of writing a poem about vegetables. I’m not quite sure what this is:
It hasn’t always been this way,
a hand reaching through leaves,
the light, the dark, the light,
and the quick rustle and scamper
of small creatures in the deeper shadows–
a pathway through the labyrinth
of cornstalks, row upon row
snaking along the hillside,
and the wind in the tassels–
an answer settling downward
through the dreaming,
like a leaf gently curving to earth
or a small flat stone sinking
into the shadowy depths of the pond.
Gratitude List:
1. Whatever that thing is that gets a poem going
2. I am surrounded by wise people, so many wise and thoughtful people
3. The puzzle–how the lights and darks fit together to make the whole
4. The color orange
5. Love wins
May we walk in Beauty!
Mockingbird Chronicles 