The color drained from the world; the shallow breaths of death moved across brown grass till nothing was left— except hope. And nobody could see it— except the birds, who carry it, beak-full by beak-full, all over the grey, the last ones who remember— nothing is really changed; life has only stepped away for a […]
Read more "Midwinter"They fly the sky in style fletching waspish cloud, winging raven calls through quiet to nests now full and loud. – The sky’s a little fuller with ravens in the air; proof the world will go on twirling ever live and fair. – – – Photo by Lidia Stawinska on Unsplash
Read more "Winter Birds"A tree converses in a quiet way, tossing branches, arching in the spring. It greens it’s welcome, verdant home away for birds who’ve traveled, longingly on wing. – I tree in summer wears its glory light richly pleased at how it lines the cloud it stands attention, cooly tempers bright with shady silence, helpful and […]
Read more "A Tree Converses"A red ball of yarn– the kind kittens play with– sits glowing in the sky as cranes fly slowly by. – – – Photo by Pedro Figueras: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Ruby Dusk"Trouble swells, and we envy the birds— the way they climb the winds with wings and wander far and settle where they please while we have only feet and gravity to hold us to the earth. We squirm, as if our royal birth were some mistake; we sniff, as do the monsters at forbidden meat; […]
Read more "Envying the Birds"God gave the tiny puff bird his stately majesty. In black striped gray, with easy grace, he rests. And knows his place. – – – – – – – – –
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