Blowin' In

I thought that I could lay in this meadow watching the summer sky shift from yellow to blue to grey and my words would return. Just this morning, I stood in a state of wonder. Monarchs intersected my path toward the garden. My spaniel bounced about chasing bunnies from the clover and digging for toads beneath the woodpile. Perhaps, I thought, life could be this simple.

The landforms rise in stunning, grass covered peaks. The birds cry and fish for their supper.

By Sue Mangan “Nine- and-fifty swans…Scatter wheeling in great broken rings…And now my heart is sore…All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,The first time on...

Caught between winter and spring, the birds sense the need for a new herald. One of creation. One of hope. Nature speaks her own language. Animals sense change before humans. Birds