“Spring Day, too loud for talk when bones tire of their flesh and want something better.”- Jim Harrison
Into the woods
where dappled sunlight dances on verdant forest floor
Here, no heavy flesh, but hollow bones and feathers for this is
where spirit soars.
Racing through the treetops,
chasing the errant zephyr, abstract flashes of flight
in the shimmering sky
never being earth-bound,
soaring free forever.
It’s in this place
where miracles happen
a lost soul finds their way, feeling their immense power
in awe of their own strength and essence
realizing the part they play in this
beautiful life’s ballet.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg