With the high clouds

hugging close to the treetops


the pine and spruce

hugging close to the mountain


the hawk and osprey

hugging close to upper branches


the starling and wren

hugging close to lower branches


the red-wing blackbird

hugging tight to the swaying cattail stalk


and the deer hugging close

to the mist of the high grass meadow


it would seem

we are the only ones

who have forgotten

the way of holy embrace.

(c) 2017 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

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