The river holds so many surprises least of which is the sudden appearance at water’s edge of a tall white egret – a countenance I
Through thickening brush light whispers, beckons – forest ripe with mystery. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: forest /whisper. Image from personal collection.)
My forward movement startles us both – you ground foraging with the robins, me delighted by a flash of red – heart at your nape.
Long since dawn’s early observation, have witnessed patriarchy’s inequalities first hand second hand lack a solution, short of vengeance – perpetrate rather than end the
Night lifts, morning slipping through blinds, soul returning from nightly foray, body awakening, a vague sense of disconnection – admit it, you know this.
Blending in the gift of stealth only your voice – woodsy reed – alerts me to your presence. You are grey sky and rushing waters