wild grace

wild grace
note to self

it calls her out of bed—
the wild grace of
flooding words akin to
mimic, a borrowed phrase
often her own plaintive song

she looks to morning mist
or coming light, the pad of
fox in the next-door field
soft rustle of finch in firethorn
awaiting a place at the feeder

this wild grace foretells
heart and magic, a frolic
in the field of surprise—
reflecting pond, scrying bowl
inviting herself home

2 thoughts on “wild grace

  1. Margaret Rooney

    Skye, this is beautiful, Exquisite, unforgettable images, finch in the firethorn (swoon.) And wonderful verbs, pad of the fox in the next-door field, The whole poem is full of a wild grace.


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