April 2026

Song makers settled on the blackberry canes

between thorns and sunshine, precious was

the word that came to mind and heart and

as they opened their shiny beaks, I felt the 

song between my bruised ribs, all week 'the

cough' hung to my chest wall, crushed my 

breath and still I sang along with the birds, 

and survived to witness the simple beauty

and joy of it all. And who am I for this?  xo