think about:
think about moss
how it knows to cling
on the north side of stones
for moisture and dark
think about songbirds
who bathe away mites
in an icy birdbath and
still pipe joy
or raindrops that hang
translucent in sunlight
in our rock wall’s
rosemary cascade
this week, Daphne
and daffodil—soon,
they’re done, then
plums shower white
how life is changing,
changing, yet flows,
ever an unceasing whole—
I think about that
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
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