These Days
Six in the morning
my neighbor's radio
interrupts dove's soft coo,
crickets' bright chirps.
I once had
obligations.
These days I just putter,
hands plunged in holy soil,
heart full of birdsong,
believing in miracles,
watching them grow.
© 2021 JoAnn Early Macken
It's been a summer, hasn't it? I took a step back from writing and spent more time gardening, reading, and sewing, hoping that a bit of a break would help me refocus and the annual back-to-school hubbub would invite me back to work.
The night before our neighborhood school started, we spotted nighthawks flying over as they do at the start of every school year. In the morning, excited kids and parents walked past our house to the elementary school down the block just like they used to. And I woke up excited about writing again.
Just what I needed, I guess. Lucky me!
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