13 Moons

the first red bottlebrush blossoms are opening right outside the back door

I caught a flare in the corner of my eye n went out to walk the front yard in a circle jus to See if the tree really decided to greet me

its nice to Be received so tenderly

the natural rhythm is like that

when I think of April I call back moments of harmonious synchronization n feel affirmed by my ability to listen

listening is fluid when the roots are tended to

n I can Be like Water too

there is nourishment in the space(s) between listening n Being unmoved

someTimes receptivity is overlooked but

the stillness calls for effort too

to Become attuned to who you are listening to

I remember winter

the sifting through

April comes n

I sit


to hear you growing too

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s