The poetry of Cavalaire, written as only Emmy can.
Hardly beating …
A raucous jay flies
To the tiled roof
Bearing a crooked twig…
“Breathe the sweetness of the air,
Of mimosa flavor, of sunshine.
Breathe the familiar chatter of finches
And the rolling lament of doves.
Breathe the swaying palm fronds,
The unraveling clouds moving west,
And the oleanders’ new leaves.
Breathe the steady climb of the sun
Shedding sparkles on a distant sea
And big frothy bubbles on the horizon.
Breathe the profusion of luscious greens,
Of shady blues, of magic purple on the mountain”
He squawks through a rushed flap of wings…
Breathe in life,
Feel it run and play on your skin,
Flow with and through your blood,
Fill your heart with clear blue sky…
Pour golden light into your soul…
And smile. Because
In this abundance,
You are a blessed child.