Wednesday, March 23, 2022

In The Tree

The bird, a robin I believe, was

on the yet bare branch of the maple

facing east, backside to me.

It could have been the Buddha

sitting there in the cold air,

looking into that cold light of dawn

and frost on the ground.  It was

not joined by any other bird 

and I had the sense it did not feel

alone or needed company – content

in the not yet budding maple 

looking east waiting, expecting 

nothing receiving all that’s needed.


-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com



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