Midnight wings unfurl
into updrafts of spirit.
Does seed fear the ground?
Waves the sea?
A dog barks in a mountain village
as color falls from treasured face.
What’s the weight of a breath?
The heft of a sigh?
A husk drops to the ground to
rattle and roll down the hedgerow.
In their earthen den, two cubs root
for a nipple as the sow awaits spring.
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 