I Find Comfort

blooms and buzzing week (6/52)

cradled in the rhythms

of a waxing and waning moon

of Pulmonaria rising once more

from brittle, brown leaves

of the return of buzzing busyness

in a waterfall of cherry blossoms

and of the morse code tapping

yellow-bellied sapsuckers sending

messages out to ride on the wind

I find comfort