Rainy Morning Hike


The white tail of the deer gives away it’s location before it even moves

It rains and the trees catch the tears from the sky and hold them without being asked

Are you watching?

The wild blackberry canes come up shiny and purple before bearing fruit

A creek is fed by the drops coming from above, and gurgles as it passes

These nascent beginnings touch softly on the landscape

There is a tree holding paper thin leaves, like Chinese lanterns

Even the faded yellow suggests a light coming from within

These inchoate moments slip me by, unless I pause

These gifts are not there long for us to realize

Like a single breath

Like a human life