MORNING BREEZE
Walking along the shady
access road I spied an
indigo bunting
–her brown form
silhouetted against the
gray gravel. She remained
still as I drew near, then
a morning breeze
blew a shaft of
light through
the trees
and turned
that bird
into a leaf.
You shape shift this poem in words, flipped by wind…
thanks, Rudy…i enjoyed your Chester Johnson poems, esp, The voice sounds strong and truly human…happy trails…
Attentive, like a morning walk has its ability to absorb us. What peace!
your poems seem to flow from a place touched by life’s mystery and with a grace and humility born of wonder… which can be found in even the simplest of things, like a morning walk, a leaf and a breeze
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