This Morning In My Backyard

I stand on the ground,
looking up at the waning moon.

Two hawks fly past on silent wings.
The creek's sound fill my ears.

Looking up,
The tree tops sway in greeting,
Their skeletal fingers reaching upward,
Reminding me of what's important.

The same breath moves through all creation.

I remember the whole earth and feel
small and large at the same time.

It's time to fill the bird feeder.