My ears entice me to look out of my window upon hearing
a sweet bird singing atop a pine tree branch,
whose luster remains in the dead of winter…
as with the earth in which it is rooted
from my cabin roof, I become one with the misty rain.
My thoughts become as still as the bay
sitting in the background
As I am one with the rain, I become one with the
of the bay.
I now have clarity.
I think of my future, and am reminded that life-
Can be wrought with rainy days,
But there’s still a song to sing and
A beautiful future to web…
With the tides of life.
Gayle L Jenkins