Jun 23, 2021
2 min read
The Breath of All Summers
Free verse
purple martins return from roosting on high in Brazil and chatter their protection
they know what love is
teachers of trust, swallows of a different kind
our cycles are perennial
each time, we circle this ladder, perhaps we emerge stronger than last
a temple of our own making
focus on the forward, she says, and I believe her, even as we still carry the past
