#100Poems: Number19

Chickie chickie
Chirp chirp
Sittin’ on the porch
Eavesdropping
on the trees.

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finally, spring

friday 3It was such a lovely day today that I headed out to the Monastery of the Holy Spirit for the afternoon.

I intended to sit in the cool half light of the church, but when I parked I was overcome with the desire to sit in the sun. The field was inviting, and the birds were all singing at once.

There was a blanket in the back seat, a leftover from a harsher than normal winter, so I made myself a little island in the middle of a green ocean. The birds sang to me and the sun finally got past the ever-present chill and warmed me. All the way through.

I read and wrote, and I think maybe I dozed a little in the sun, too. And then the bells called us all to prayer. I couldn’t resist the pull. Look, the gate was open for me.

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