What in the Earth beckons me outside?
it’s watching each lime colored tree change its dress
to deeper shades of blades of green grass
as the earth tilts its body to dance with a sun that makes each day longer
into a night that’s lit with tails of fire flies and twinkling sky wishes.
it’s the layers of pedals that hold a bud tight against its barred doors
and waits ever so patiently in the promise of life that offers ingress to freedom
to wallow in the warmth of the sun
as the honey makers drink of its nectar and deliver life at each stop.
it’s the chi-chuwee sound of lemon colored finch
as it gets into a frenzy clinging onto a seed sock
taking flight in an undulating pattern
surfing the sound waves of its twitters and warbles
that ebb and flow with each distance of a wing.
it’s the voice to remove me from all fabrications
so that I feel the plush parts of earth’s terrain
mold the soles of my bare feet in its organic carpet,
gently reminding me that I’m connected to all that she harvest.
