Sonnet to Presence

Technology troubles plague me
and I hide in my treehouse in the rhododendron
thicket; take in the greens of the trees,
mottled dogwood branches drawn
across the canvas sky; bees
buzz the nectared flowers; bird
songs spacious dropping seeds
of love. Perhaps you haven't heard--
the world awakens within; we
are one- open your eyes to see.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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