the blue muse

A flock of blackbirds this morning, filling the air with squawk and song. A lovely morning, sunny and not too chilly, making me wish I could spend the day in the garden.

I am still struggling with not feeling well, and finding it frustrating. We take our health for granted so easily. A lesson learned and forgotten and learned again. Back to the doctor I go today, for more puzzling, poking, and pondering.

But just now, I am grateful for the sunshine, these birds, this life.

These leaves that keep hanging on.

Making me look up, outside of myself, at that big expanse of sky.

The trees whisper their tale of letting go, holding on, letting go.

Time passes through bare branches

and I listen.