Joy is a kind of courage
by R.J. Andres, Auburndale, NY
in a spider’s hopeful embroideries…
in the feathered wingtips of an egret grabbing onto space…
in the clamor of Canada geese sounding an arrowed hymn…
in the silent owl hunting and a half-moon there to spy with…
in the swan’s soft urging of her poems to swim in a straight line…
in each thieving bee’s eager steaming for pollen somewhere…
in the hang-time of a red-tailed hawk circling to strike…
in fireflies daring to share their light…
in the summer quickening of sunflowers….
