April 20 - April 24
I lean into the curve of the tree's trunk
both of us warmed by the morning sun
and songs of birds whose names
I have learned and forgotten
then made my own
happy tail bobber
rhapsody in orange and
soft floating whisperer
rooted in place, tree and human take in the
throbbing pulses of life cycles reverberating
through a raft of bubbles accompanied by
two snapping turtles thrashing underwater
and the brilliance of marsh marigold blooms
familiar rhythms repeated and repeated
creating room for assurances and hope
breeding understanding of self and others
To my cherished readers,
Although this is my final post for "meditating with Fibonacci", as this poem shows, life will pulse on and I will continue to observe and create. I am sure that the universe will continue to surprise me, inspire me and offer me guidance with my next form of expression. Rejoice in each and every moment that you are given to take in the wonders of this wonderful world.
Peace,
Jean
Jean, I will miss these beautiful seasons, but they are embedded in my heart. Again, I am amazed at the coincidences with our life here. I almost cried this weekend when I was out surveying damage from a recent downpour and came on my marsh marigolds thriving at the edge of the swamp. I never dreamed they would survive. Oddly, yesterday I had a positive Covid test, but I can feel something lifting. Maybe fear is leaving? Finally knowing I will live through this.