Discovery

The wind swept the yard, wrinkled the pond,
ruffled a robin, tapped on my window
and called me out to the sunshine.
I ran past the blue eyes of wildflowers
shining in a wide meadow,
past green waves of grass, past white lambs
chasing cloud shadows,
to a tall maple where a solemn crow
spoke three times and flew away.
I leaned against the tree
and felt the deep strength of roots.