The wind is southwest It shakes my layers evokes an old melody I have never heard, but realize have always been looking for Maybe now is the time to listen close my eyes and follow that delicate vibration which my ears can't reach, but the heart feels quiet rain humming In the woods, playing with flowers and birds
and somewhere there a small feather, hovered in a gap in an ancient stonewall, only seen if bends over to touch the translucent petals of a flower just opened
