Finches thank me for their fresh seed, thistle
as soon as I fill, they perch and whistle
sweetening morning's gloom. We're up before sun
in that tractable space where life is won.
The point is moot. My sneeze alarms. They fly.
And now the silence seeps. Lightening sky
draws my gaze. The bay is still. Deep presence
time slows and I thrill, feel into my essence.
And so bare feet on wet grass to expose
the insubstantial worries I'd proposed.
A belted kingfisher arrives. Alive
in this fresh air, the light of dawn, I dive.
Inspired by: Expose, Moot and Tractable.
Featured image: Surprise lilies (lycoris squamigera) blooming in my mother's garden.
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