Touch
Nature’s Bouquet
One
I am one with the sun shining with the moon reflecting with the shadow casting I am one with the cardinal chipping with the hawk calling with the osprey diving I am one with the squirrel burying with the walnut sprouting with the bear foraging I am one with the magnolia expanding with the blackberry ripening with the bean climbing I am one with the rabbit munching with the fawn leaping with the snake striking I am one with the rose blossoming with the mimosa pinking with the lily unfurling I am one with the tree breathing with the sky weeping with the earth drinking I am one with the mother birthing with the spirit living with the body dying I am one with the universe moving with the song silencing with the dark stilling I am one with the crow cawing with the cat stretching with the wolf hunting I am one with the water flowing with the cloud streaming with the world turning I am one with the day dawning with the storm rising with the night descending I am one with the dove mourning with the hunter closing with the depth enveloping I am one with the ant working with the grasshopper devouring with the worm burrowing I am one with the salmon spawning with the eagle soaring with the grizzly fishing I am one with the infant cooing with the child smiling with the elder crying I am one with the artist creating with the builder constructing with the dozer demolishing I am one with the sphere circling with the line bending with the end beginning I am one with the wind winnowing with the ocean sweeping with the ground heaving I am one with the oak falling with the moss sprawling with the mighty decaying I am one with the mountain eroding with the sea crashing with the volcano exploding I am one with the grass greening with the hay drying with the foal feeding I am one with the bell tolling with the plow turning with the combine harvesting I am one with the fire burning with the passion churning with the dream awakening I am one with the heart reminiscing with the soul contemplating with the eyes closing I am one with the one that I am (c) MDS 6/25/22
Impatience
Lifetime
Morning Walk
Storytellers
Appalachian storytellers roll language into the still air as though their tongues are wrapped ’round a boulder of ‘baca
A lilting, a tilting, an unobstructed, obstructed flow of rhythm rounding the curve of the river
Up the mountain marching, slidin’ down into the holler, then blowin’ ’round the bend with laughter