The next several poems came to be at The Christine Center on a Yoga, Meditation, Ayurveda retreat with Andrea Russell. This poem came from our morning meditating lying down looking up at a beautiful skylight right above me. There were red wing blackbirds singing away all day long, so they show up in a couple of the poem. Breathe and enjoy.
Film reel of white wisps
window to the morning sky
like looking at my face
changing, moving, soft blue,
placid though
currents of wind lie beneath.
Wind moving the budded rubbery branches
taught to flow and bend.
The amorous red-winger
projects his twirling ribbon of song
on the breeze
to that sky,
where he roams,
he too bounces on bending cattails
like me.
CreatetheDawn 