I Find Comfort
- Jean Linville
- Apr 10, 2020
- 1 min read
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
I don't know how I missed Pulmonaria Moonshine in the garden, but I am going to find some when this all slithers into another way of being out in the world. We are so enjoying the yellow bellied sapsuckers up here, too, along with a host of ravens, finches, titmice, four other woodpeacker species, blue birds, mourning doves, robins, cardinals, on and on. I can't even name them. I have been suddenly seized by metaphors of bread on Holy Friday. I will tell you about them sometime. I am almost in shock. I don't think I ever really experienced myth before at this depth. And to have it on this day.