casting net daily
expecting a bigger haul
than the day before
only takes away the joy
living on today’s bounty
Month: September 2019
2019.09.04: storm-swept
scent of pine needles
ripped and scattered far from home
wings torn – fly no more
2019.09.03: syncopated
the dance of the sun
leaves and wings beating as one
the wind in my hair
2019.09.02: rejuvenated
rain in late summer
all that is withered turns green
flowers bud again
2019.09.01: belonging
happy are the ones
who know their places in life
they find who they are
Longing For Water 