“Hare in April”, by Catherine
Hyde (the painting is from her book: The Hare and the Moon – A Calendar of Paintings)
It is morning
and I´m sitting in my chair.
The night has left
an imprint in my mind
The sun is pouring
in through the window.
A radio is playing
in the distance.
A smell of coffee
and old paintings.
A breeze is bringing
the gift of a flower.
My thoughts are coming
from ancient times
-
some are visitors…
they are my poetic helpers
the helpers of my heart:
The Woman Made of Flowers,
The Lord of Lore,
The Hare and the Blackbird.
I can do what I want.
I´m an outskirter,
a Wildman.
Meditation is transforming
my thoughts
into a shapeshifter.
Oh birds,
let my thoughts follow you
back to your nests
in the deepest groves
of the mystic forest.
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