I heard an owl hoot softly
A song bird flew inches from my head
Wing beats beckoning my wonder
Magnolia peeked a tiny bit of skin out from her fuzzy winter bathrobe
And the sun lit up the sky
Pure light
Prismatic strobe
Grateful I am for yogurt
Chocolate
For friends around the globe
For the love that finds us each
And tickles our earlobe
With love songs
From the Source
Her winged bodies
Course
With the ecstasy of flight
Bliss
Seeds
Pecked
Eggs Specked
And the tiniest oregano leaves
Sprout amid last year’s dead leaves composting
By Alicia Kwon Copyright 2025
The bee above is from last year.
