A slow and perfect spring rain
Stretches out into a second morning,
And my backyard drinks it up
With no one watching but me.
The others in my home sleep late,
And won’t go out back anyway.
Nor me, but I watch from a window,
My meditation is done
And the first light of day grows.
I am quiet, sipping black coffee
And watching the rain.
When I die, let me sleep in the rain that falls on the trees, in the rain that falls on the ocean. Let me sleep easy in the wetness that bri...
A body holds a heart. Growl now. Or bark. Climb now, back into your animal, into its hide, its soul. Feel your claws, your fangs. Blood...
A thick fog lays across the farmlands of the valley, heavy and low to the ground. It might last all day long. Sometimes the only sunshine ...