Redwing blackbird sitting on a branch, singing
our summer songs, with a little streak
of red, to add some fire
to his prayers.
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Category: summer
Streaks of Light Dancing Through the Treetops
On the tree tops, where the leaves meet the skies,
where blue jays fuss, and robins gather
with a few sparrows
an offering lifted, the wind
carrying our prayer
with streaks of light
dancing through the treetops,
on a summer evening.
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The Early Morning Light
As Mallards pruned themselves on the shore, robins sang good morning songs,
while the early morning light began reflecting on the stream.
And then, for a moment, for only a moment
all the creatures paused, praying
for our world, to have peace.
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Summer Reflections
A thin veil rippling, as the Mallard ducks paddle softly, silently
across the water, opening the reflection of the sky
just long enough for my heart to reach
through the green, then blue, with a prayer
for us all.
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In Every Spring
In every spring, there is a summer waiting
which our good Mother slowly
brings forth, with the sun and rain
fruits and vegetables
and some lavender too.
Gifts, for our tables,
and homes.
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Watching You Walk in the Tall Grass
Yes I do dream about you and I, in the green, watching you walk in the tall grass,
our fingers lightly touching, a breeze gently moving your hair
as you smile at me. Do you remember filling our
buckets with strawberries?
And I love the way
the sun brushes your cheek
in the fields
of June.
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Seagulls Descending for a Piece of Bread
In our coldest moments our minds can drift back to the ocean
warmer days, the sun reflecting the light to our faces
and seagulls descending for a piece of bread
the noise of children playing, splashing,
while lovers hold hands walking
along the beach.
They say the ocean is beautiful with snowflakes
falling, but we never think of that
on the warmer days.
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