Sunday May 18
A Windhorse Day
A morning climb
up to the day
that’s barely just begun
a breeze blows gently
patient enduring one appears
Brr..lets climb on up
and travel on across the hill.
To pass through green fields of dandelion gold
the salmon of the flowering quince
the crystal gleam of sun touched stream
as the grape vine arcs pure light green
into the new season
Mounds of multiflora rose
a moments flurry
a quiet silence
as a pair of birds find shelter and rest
And hummingbird and bumblebee
fly within tumultuous white universe
of the blossoming cherry tree.
The gusting white of the Windhorse tail
in heights of brilliant blue
above the branches of the apple tree
as two hawks glide across the sky.
And not all rest of course,
with much to then be done
With blazing sunlight into the eyes
and ache of of long held hands
on handle of spray gun
Or the murky depths around water pump
a rust stained mucking through the ooze
And the straining strength over matter
as the cool of water on tired feet
trickles down open heavy boots
The chest heaving sudden rest
the deep breath of air
and the waft of honeysuckle
And evening comes
a steep descent in glowing evening
a single gleaming star above purple sky
through yellow brightened white
of gaily strewn wild strawberry
beside the path's hardened earth
To sit for a time
in quiet reverence
with the ancestors at the solstice place.
And then to work
I with the gouge
you with the loom
to carve and weave
a shared destiny
as a prayer flag flies
in the evening wind
May 15
