Solace
Summer sunshine
Saskatoon-stained fingers
Silent remembrances of you

Spring is truly here, after a long winter. I was just reading Parker J. Palmer’s Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation and found this wonderful quote about late Spring:

Late spring is potlatch time in the natural world, a great giveaway of blooming beyond all necessity and reason – done, it would appear, for no reason other than the sheer joy of it.

Lying looking up through the twisted and bare branches of winter trees

I see the moon silver, slivered, as the earth casts its shadow

And sparkling too in this navy sky

The stars I never look up to see during these cold and dark nights

Lunar eclipse

Reminds us that we are spinning through space

Not something we typically feel

Except this winter solstice morn when it’s clear

we’re hurtling through time

Dancers called by, and calling, patterns

As we all move to the star wheel dance

Leaves turning and red skies at both dawn and dusk.

Geese flying overhead.

And a reminder about a favourite Mary Oliver poem:

Wild Geese