I cried today
not emotional sobbing
nor tormented wails
but soft and gray
like a February drizzle
I shed no tears
for lost lovers or slain dreams
as I walked brown fields
and gazed on barren trees
but for the lone hawk
driven to the ground
by a flock of crows,
who could not fly
as high as she.
In a breathe of crisp air,
a moment of stillness
I lift my eyes and see her
dressed in purple velvet,
beset with points of star glitter
and full moon’s silver light.
She sleeps over naked trees
reaching up to touch her belly
with still arms, stiff arms.
She rests a world apart
from us who scurry
over muddy ground
from cars to houses
then back again, from gift giving
and turkey dinners, from lit trees
and loud voices.
My heart beats deeper
for her beauty
and my spirit
leaps for life beyond
its clay foundation.
Sometimes all it takes
to make a good day
is for the wind to lay
and the rain to cease,
just a moment
of calm.
