Saturday, April 23, 2011

magic in the sunbeams

I go to sleep with Mary Oliver
and waken to the babble of forest faeries
before breakfast I stumble to the garden
the dogs soak in the sunlight, eyes half closed
the energy shimmers as I snip, and rake
and gather old debris
the faeries settle in the nests of
Fibonacci ferns 

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