Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awakening, bird, blue heron, poem, poetry, question, revelation on June 28, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Across the yard, below
the cliffs, and just beneath the evening’s
drift toward darkening, above
the river, through the trees,
there is, if you are lucky,
a slender moment charmed
by chance when, if you look up,
the great blue heron
will angle past on slanting wing
and make you question
everything.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, fence, meadowlark, poem, poetry on June 3, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, hummingbird, love, poem, poetry, trust on April 23, 2018| 2 Comments »
How do they do it,
the broad-tailed hummingbirds,
arriving at my window
the same day every year,
welcome as spring,
reliable as moon.
And what part of me
thrills in their predictability?
And what part says,
a tad too triumphantly,
See, here’s proof,
things come back.
I hear the small birds
before I see them,
their wingtips trilling,
I’ve read how the feathers
that make the sound wear down
from use. By midwinter,
you can barely hear
their bright hum at all until,
preparing to breed,
they grow new feathers again.
How do they do it,
grow feathers at just the right time?
I want to linger in the small
miracle of it, these ears still learning
how to hear and this heart still
astonished at the timing
of the world, how life just knows
when to return, when to grow.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, poem, poetry, wings on January 20, 2018| 6 Comments »
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, Gretel, path, poem, poetry, song on December 2, 2014| 2 Comments »
all those crumbs I left
on the path, it’s not
that I want to go back
it’s just that I happen to like
birdsong wherever I go
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, freedom, paradox, poem, poetry on June 29, 2014| 1 Comment »
Before we can be what we are meant to be, we must accept what we are not.
–Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening , June 29
Bird in a cage
every day she drops the seeds
till beneath her
then all around her
a tangle of wild things.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, love, origami, poem, sky, tanka on April 29, 2012| 3 Comments »
square of blue sky
I fold it into a bird
in the pocket
above my heart
it flutters
