Life isn't so bad
when you turn off the news.
Are you afraid you might
miss something?
Maybe that feeling of lack
is what really
needs healing.
A goldfinch and his bride
return to my feeder.
Blossoming forget-me-nots
are fine with the drizzle.
Weeds aren't choosy.
They welcome both sun and rain.
Brazen rabbits loaf
among the rhododendrons,
mother and babies equally fat.
Stand barefoot in wet grass.
Close your eyes.
This moment is the season
of abundance.
A Swanson's Thrush song
spirals into cedar silence.
And that's the way it is
this Sunday morning.
The gentle news
of the earth.
Painting by Dina Kalo on DeviantArt
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