Barn Swallows

The sun flashes orange

on the bellies of swallows,

dear little things that

fill everywhere they are.

 

I’m grateful they chose here

to birth their next generation,

when they’re free to be anywhere

singing life like the sun.

 

Lori Wardell (Plant Lady), 2009

Summer Winds

It’s winter 

and I am dormant like a seed.

My soul

knows no joy,

locked and frozen in winter’s embrace.

But suddenly

spring comes!

I start to remember who I am,

stirring

towards the promise of warmth to come and

before long,

the ecstacy of summer winds fills me!

Peepers peep,

bats dance in a wild frenzy of joy,

and green grows!

I melt and become one with them;

surely winter is no more

and will never come again.

Lori Wardell (Plant Lady), 2009

forest awakens

forest awakens

Silvered plum petals

are unfurling beneath trees;

forest awakens

The Plant Lady