Micropoetry 4-13-2020

thousands of trees
dead, dissolved, reborn
as the bluebird
wanders in from eternity

lingering in the garden
where days become years
and the wild weeds grow over
her stone-still feet

as light
draws slowly
the lands below
I breathe in
the morning mist

holding the world
within a cup
where all the spirits
ferment beneath the stars

at one in the world
among the breath
of all the living things

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