Sometimes my husband asks me if I am writing poetry recently. Well, actually, yes. Here is one!
21-4-6 Hearing Spring © Molly Lin Dutina
Under the bird song Below the raucous calls of mating Rhythm of tree frog Melody of spring peepers Ah breathe in spring Through your ears Hmmmmm they seem to say This is lovely Exhale on their melody Inhale during the chorus Slow your breathing Tempo of April There are pauses In their score Wait for next stanza Focus here now Find your center Cadence does not vary Catch the next bar Tame frantic monkey mind Bring all to peace Lower your shoulders Tiny amphibian power Tames futile mind race 7:27 and song seems to cease I listen and recall I have this power within Enter center down silence Direct me Lord On cusp of next breath I am led