I.
When morning
Comes
Eating all its
Storm clouds
Unfurling photosensitive
Sky
I lie in bed
Surprised
Brother to the light
Striding through
My window.
II.
In little things
The magic
In little things
The power
Snowflake
On the tongue
Tranformer
Acorn
In the hand
Renewer
Pileated Woodpecker
Far in the forest
Laughing now
In my ear.
III.
Then
with the early birds
At the feeder
I say:
Earth
My catechism
Nature
My bible
Footsteps
My altar
Offering
Myself
15 December 2019
Cedar Wings Cottage
Clearing after Storm
Wishing you a Merry Everyone and a Holy Everything
Tag: Woodpecker
Upholder of the Way

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Long moments
Watching the hairy woodpecker
Making her way
Up the burnt and blackened ponderosa
From recent wildfire
Bark flicking off
Probing, insistent pecking
While the figures and shadows
Of turkey vultures
Cut across sky
On this promontory
Ridge with afternoon updraft
And views
out over
The great valley
Even to the Coast Ranges.
Upholder of the way
Keeper
Of the practice
Grooved deep in instinct
Buddha
To my bodhisattva
I vow
To listen
To your braaap-bra-da-dap
As intently as to
A temple bell
Calling
To prayer.
15 November 2019
Kentucky Ridge, 2300’
Moon past full, waiting for rain