**Poetry: Blessings

Blessings are everywhere

If you look for them:

eight white tails 

leaping backwards through the forest;

A flutter of blue jays 

from tree to tree ; 

the bovine lowing 

mournful in some distant shed;

It is all here and now- 

like the scent of pine from needles that have dropped

and fall’s startling display transformed to umber

Each snapshot you capture 

is a shadowy film 

of miracle and wonder:

a night sky 

black

      and dripping with stars

the heart’s leap of delight– 

and nothing we will ever, ever possess.