April 15, 2026

Warmly,

The mid-April breeze

Nudges blooming branches

Of the awakening wood.

Gently brushing

The golden tips of grain;

The tallgrass whispers wildly

Ancient wisdom of the prairie;

Carries the call of the cedar waxwing,

Yellow tipped tails a-flight;

The symphony of the song sparrow,

The great toad,

The humble honey bee,

The gallant grasshopper.

Spreads the seeds of wildflowers

And dandelion delight;

I am here,

Walking,

Once again on these Holy grasslands,

And the wind

Is so

Wild.