Manga Popart Butterfly

Manga Popart Butterfly

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Dear Wind:

My Indian name is
"She who hears the wind."  I
gave it to myself on a
camping trip many moons ago,
sitting alone at a picnic table
in a national forest among majestic
Longleaf Pines.

Thank you, wind, for bending
and blowing the trees:
you strengthened their roots.

Thank you for scattering the
seeds of the Dandelion plant
---they grow everywhere---
so children can blow them
and make wishes &
butterflies can feed on them.

Without your breath,
the winchimes would remain
silent, with no songs to sing.

The leaves of autumn would
never fall, stuck in last year's

Kites would never have been
if there was no wind
to lift them
from the earth to the clouds.

And how would the mighty Hawk
soar without your invisible arms
to guide her?

Thank you, God,
for the wind.


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