Naphtali is a doe set free who brings forth beautiful words.
Branches are etched in the sky.
deep silhouettes, skinny
bare from winter. They are cold
shivering in Spring winds–
merciful, strong, creative winds:
full-armed winds.
hatches,
hatches of black
on luminous, healthy blue.
The sky says, “Bring me your winter hurts, your aches,
your old bearing down.
I, the Sky, and Spring, will make you new.”
The branches are etching themselves in the sky.
May is a beautiful month. It holds hyacinth breezes, satisfying rains, and clean closets that all send me cascading through moments of progressive reflection. It was in May that I was born. In May, I learned to ride a bike. In May, I was hired for a new job. In May, I composed my first piece of music. All my life, May happens as a month of peaceful thought, reflection, and plan-making. May I steward the beauty.
Naphtalia 