oh, how my heart flies
       in this harvest sky​
oh, how my heart settles
       in the soft tan grass​

i love this day
as a sculptor
loves his own hands
       on marble,​
carved & smoothed
in the shape
of someone he loves

i love this life
as an old man
remembering young
        & as a child ​
discovering rain

i love this taste
in my mouth,
cardamom, maple
       & earth,​
brown sweetness
& cream

i love these people
who stayed behind
       for our mourning ​
their sacrifice & salve
my bounty

i love this place
i have landed,
its promise of snow
       flowers​
& cherries

       & i love this feel​
of air in my lungs
this breathing

oh, how my heart flies

~~~

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Matthias Zomer
Rob Breeding

Recently relocated from the rural crossroads of Orchid, Virginia, Rob now lives near the small village of Madison, Ohio, just a stone’s throw from Lake Erie.  After a career as an environmental planner, he and his partner are converting an old horse farm into an environmentally friendly flower farm with poetically inspired gardens and woodlands, where he hopes to discover an organic flow of artists, writers, friends, and musicians one day soon.