sometimes it’s not so much what is lost,
as what can be found
Found
Tag Archives: birds
Birds
i asked her, “if you were a bird, which bird would you be?”
and she answered so close to my soul:
“a raven.”
Reverence
a vulture came to visit my chimney–
she spread her wings and ruffled her feathers,
and we stared at her in complete reverence
The Crow
she listens to the crow’s call,
and it’s like coming home
The Familiar
what feels familiar, worn, trusted was once new and strange
Home
Instead of the river, there are now trees. Instead of big, tall windows that let in 14 hours of summer sun, there are smaller, shaded windows and a cooler, darker, sweeter space, sprinkled with dapled spots of bright light. How does “place” define us? Interesting question. I look for deer now, not the heron, I look for the skunk at night. I collect blue jay feathers and listen for the cries of the hawks. I pull the pup from the poison ivy and she looks at me as if to say, “when are we going home?” and I say, “little girl, we are home”.
Little break
Dropping out for a little break. Be well and safe.
Lately
a bundle of frozen sticks and stones
a gaggle of geese in the snow
a handful of wooden tiles
and a sprinkle of glittering love
Dreams
let your dreams fly free,
like wild birds,
soaring into the air
and across green horizons
Winter Seagulls
to me, the seagulls are always connected with the river in winter–
resting on the frigid wind currents–
crying out in the deep allegheny valley
that carries their haunting echoes upriver
spanishwoods 