Connections

Wending My Way

wend me past tombstones of forests that wait

snagging fisherman’s poles, their hooks and the like

past marshes of yellowlegs piercing the veil

and long-legged heron twitch toes alongside

balls of life wink pink and resplendent

in currents and eddies of golden sunbeams

While Killdeer sew artwork of patterns indented

And rainbows and pinks risk minefields of beaks

While the tide bids farewell and sweeps out to sea

I think of the life living tight on the brink

wending its way through the cells of our trees

as sundown falls hard I give thanks to the pink

Trish Shields Photography