These days are stirring, ready in the womb:
hours building bestness,
forming fully muscled moments
when creation exits the tomb,
shaking off the dust,
pouring out her songs…
sounding ancient melody anew.

These days are stirring, ready in the womb:
hours building bestness,
forming fully muscled moments
when creation exits the tomb,
shaking off the dust,
pouring out her songs…
sounding ancient melody anew.

this is breath taking.
divine imagery.
keep it up.
thanks…
Love your verse, Ruth. I’m putting it on the refrigerator and will re-read as I observe spring’s slow arrival, here. Thank you!
:0) thanks leslie… we’re getting snow here in spring today and it seems creation is exiting the tomb a bit reluctantly! but the blooms are gorgeous regardless…
You can’t beat Spring.
i’m loving it… the birds oh. wow. wow. wow.
wonderful use of language, very visceral
thanks…it’s about all i have these days, visceralspeak.