Sonoma Weekend - LynneAnne Forest

[Larry Robinson]

Sonoma Weekend
 
Valley hills bake a heated welcome,
soft cat echoes ecstatic purrs,
ears of kangaroo hare watch while
Blue jay screeches questionings.
 
Near rustling oak and maple, newly
watered bright pink flowers lie
   Reality…   Possibility…
They too welcome, watch, inquire.
 
Ember burned memories glow in fire
winter chill grey of second day.
Silent space waits expectantly for
   encountered knowing.
 
Furred meow leaps to glass, watches
small bird becoming.  It chirps
and flits from branch to branch
from past and now to what may be.
 
Cat stretches now on hearth place rug
Content completion in all her moves.
I sit and rock and move unhurriedly
From past, and now, to that in need of me.
 
Grey then moves from muted tones to
darkness of the night.
An owl is heard in search and hunt
while fire’s coals go cold.
 
What wills, what needs, what wants to be
first grows in darkness, thrusts thru pain
And then Becomes through choiceful acts
in times like these.
 
	- LynneAnne Forest
 
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