rung only by the wind
calling out to winter
calling back to summer
Bell In The Woods
Between And Beside
amidst the prickly places
filaments of tenderness
keep calling for touch
Aparctias
the north wind
singing in the grass
calling winter home
Recognition
beauty is everywhere
calling out to me
if I recognize my name
To Be Called
each and every seed
listens and waits
for the wind to call its name
inviting its flight on silken wings
Church Bell
even when the clapper is silent
the call to community is heard