Grab a hold of what matters.
See the one word written on the arm of
Twist something free down in the belly of the
awakens to a day
when all you need to do is
Wake the sleeping giant
between your shoulder blades.
The peace lily has decided this is the
moment to bloom.
Follow her white hood as far up as you
Greet the tree tops. The red tail hawk
sitting on the naked branch full of
Why not join her? Bring amazement.
brush the feathers from your own
There is a special kind of beauty
to the rain.
~Anita Bondi 2018