swing low sweetness
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There’s a low grade argument happening between the soft wind playing in the treetops
and the warm, humid air that keeps returning the slow bees to the leggy lilac hanging out beside me
buttery-yellow butterfly’s silently flutter against the myriad of greens
the drone of the low flying planes in the misty white sky are the only indicator
that people are going places without me
I hang in my rope bed moving with the rhythm the summer Saturday flow
cats and dogs reassure me
I am not alone in the world
I can almost hear the tomatoes growing in the neighbors garden
as the first fruits of lettuce
(complete with the delightful thought of multiple bugs hang out…
reminding me, we all share in this vast abundance)
come to my hanging throne
from the nice man weeding in his panama hat
it feels like an offering, or a reward,
for my work of hanging around so well
a flash of blue jay lands near
then he flashes on to the fence to catch up with a friend
flow-er petals let go into the graceful dance of death
hawks float with impressive wingspans
naturally floating shadows throwing quick roving shade
pictures of surrender stay with me as I close my eyes
the cock crows over and over in the distance
It’s here I know all that is true
My life’s greatest work
is simply to notice, to bow and to say,
Thank you
☁️
AL 7/1/17
go slow in the summer,
water the annuals in the dark.
find the line in the sky with the stars
and count them.
point your finger to the clouds,
raise your glass to the moon,
say a pray while sweeping the patio,
bless the mailman as he delivers the letter…
that connects the states
that reminds you of childhood,
that anticipates the arrival
that prepares the heart,
for the union of friendship
go slow in the summer
pick just the right watermelon
and the soda with the bubbles,
the jar of pickles with the spears
and the bag of peaches from the back of the truck
in the parking lot…
go slow in the summer
when you walk the puppy in the park,
put the grandchildren onto a swing,
push the bicycle up a hill
flag down the ice-cream truck as it comes around the corner
go slow in the summer
watch the rose unfold,
write with pen and ink from a bottle,
find a stamp with a heart that you love.
Beauty,
Rev. Donna Knutson
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