This morning, everything races:
the dew evaporating from the moss stuffing tree toes at Morgan Steep;
the water tumbling over rocks below;
the deer leaping across the street;
the family of hawks calling in the back yard;
the crocus bud breaking into sun.
Slow down, I want to say to it all, but because they can't,
I remind myself that I can.
1 comment:
Love it! I feel like we just went on a walk together. Great waterfall and hawks! :-)
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