Seagull on green grass
Snowy grey landing with grace
More rain to come today
Plump crow on a fence
Takes time to taunt a squirrel
Minding his own mind and path
Speckled gull and black birds
of a feather feast upon
Human offerings left on a park lawn
Raindrops drip from gutters to ground
Leaves whisper before they fall
Early morning silence is silenced by a crying seagull
The Chinese woman won’t smile at me
Walking past me with a mask of a hard life
The path of leaves that camouflage the sidewalk is ablaze
With mottled pieces of fire and gold and crimson
Expressing a beauty that combusts the biting cold
Nature can be cruel beauty in odd moments
Always honest being what is season by season
My prayer this early hour is for gratitude for the approaching storm
That comes to cleanse and nourish as much as it comes to disrupt and energize
That I accept all that comes and pass the tests before me with grace.
11.12.11
9am - Crossroads Park, Bellevue
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
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Sunday, November 13, 2011
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