Writer Susan M. Huebner welcomes you . . .

Invitation

Every moment
The Universe
Extends Its open hand

You’ve only
To accept and sip
The cool water in the hollow
Of Its palm

Rest here a while
Held in the cup
Of Its goodness

See the oriole dip
Into the halved orange
The child lift his face
To the songbird in the linden
The poppy raise its head
To flutter seeds upon the breeze

Somewhere
Summer rain has fallen
On a white gravel road
Steam rises from the ground
A warm puddle is filled
With the fan and shimmer
Of a hundred yellow butterflies