Tag Archives: Air
Oh, airunambivalent
there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;
but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!
Wing
It is enough for me, the breeze today. To let it waft over me, and with it, bring a strength.
Beauty and curiosity, like a bleached-comb Cardinal, often ride on such air. This morning, though, wisdom arrived.
This morning, the wind asked for my resolve: A halt to crying over others’ big promises and small feet. The stop to the bruises I allow.
A decision that I am enough. The God who created me said so.
This weekend, a storm of understanding is predicted. An Eastern Bluebird cannot be far behind.
Only Now
Just fly on us
The breath and the birds
Breath
Birds
The breath and the birds
Fly on us
Just
Foothills
We are beautiful
You know
Out here looking in
But were we
In there looking out
I doubt
We’d see it
We’d worship
Screens and glass
Belongings and
Our own stale air
But out there
Out here
We are beautiful
Wouldn’t Wish
No
From the lungs
To the ether
To Kingdom come
Can you know what that is
May it be you can not
Beyond 360°
I didn’t want windows
compressors or tunnels.
I wanted air
in my lungs and on my skin.
It is now.
Anymore
Was that photographed tree
Standing strangely tall above the tree line
An old soul of a sapling
Was he?
Were the smallest birds smart
Drawing near to his clear air up there
Beckoned by his branches -come, play!
Were they?
Will people seek solace
Called by common-ground conscience
Hearing his cry -come up high!
I cannot ask anymore
Very Air: A Haiku
Arrive here instead
In the very air I breathe
And in my mind’s eye
This Haiku: November 5, 2015
Please show up today.
Us together. We need us.
The air asks for this.
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