Shadows on new snow;
two crows and a windblown cloud.
Third day of spring.
A feeling so simple
in semi-darkness, diamonds
filtering through spruce boughs
and distant treetops;
makes me wonder
when the effort all began.
All winter scratching snow,
This morning two males fighting
on the side of the road.
Outside, intricate shadows on glittering snow.
Inside, whatever God might be; is breathing.
The artist draws connections, gains entry
to see and speak at the same time.
There’s a mask in the shadows.
On the red-tail hawk’s perch; a sunlit eagle.
This morning it calls me to the shore,
then disappears. Comes and goes.
I stand listening; it’s random and unpredictable,
but no doubt – the sound of a heartbeat!