On Trust and Moving Slow

Watching a Bluejay dance so gently on a frosted pumpkin rind. I study her feet moving in December’s pace as I follow fluffy white tracks up and around.

Patches of green clover, of summer’s fertility, tucked safely within. Just the show of trust in a long-standing partnership I’ve been waiting to witness.

All through the pasture, tiny foot pockets create windows from one season into the next. I pick a sprig of green, tuck it within folds of cold pink fabric nestled alongside feathers and my morning prayer.

The hedgerow opens and I slip back through with nature’s blessing, commune with the wood stove once again on warmth and settling in for these slow lessons as they’re given.

*This poem is available in my book Soft With Me, printed and bound in Western North Carolina thanks to a grant from the N.C. Arts Council.

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