Slate grey wash of cloud
pulls down the curtain of night
leaving saffron threads
to hem the water's edge-while
I am left unraveling.
The Waterside Rd was a piece of perfection this evening. Gazing down it to the water at dusk-- the red clay darkened by earlier rain somehow looked more real.
Too many layers of green plant life and textures roadside to begin to name. But if I did name I would begin with ferns...
A lone female Common Yellowthroat huskily calling at Maria who was in the ditch snipping apple sticks for her bunnies.
"The nest is likely near and she is letting us know" Lucas kindly warned.
We left the Yellowthroat alone to her whole buzzing, almost night and I am a small songbird trying to nest world.
Getting back in the car we felt amazed that such a weighty call could come from such a tiny, dainty brushstroke of a bird.
On the drive home the sky looked magnificent and also menacing as though a thunder storm was in the offing--which it was, though thankfully not as severe as predicted to be possible.
My stormy sunset tanka came partly from this sky and partly from feeling rather undone by all the beauty and wanting of this blessed, pulsing, green, green world.
Wishing you wellness,
Jill
Beautifully written, Jill- My wish for your kids and all our grandkids and all the world's kids,is the same as that of all parents/grandparents since time began. My prayer to God is always the same: Dear God, our kids, your kids. I think he/she gets the plea.