solace
by Kitty Boots
it's in the brilliant day
after a week of gloom and wind
when the handsome bluejay shrieks
and wrens whisper
sparrows bathe
squirrels tamper with everything
11:00 am feels like 2:00 pm
the light is different
shadows appear where there were none before
the frost has made all tender greens bow
seed heads stand straight for the taking
small finches feast
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death, fall, the cycle continues
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Lovely.
ditto . . .
Perfect.
Ah, I feel the heart healing here. I broke out laughing at "squirrels tamper with everything."
Lovely poem.
Thank you, Gary, Amantine B, Dianne, Matt and Erika. Haven't felt much like writing the past few days...it all seemed too cliche. I had a few sweet, blessed moments on the porch reflecting about my brother.
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“ 11:00 am feels like 2:00 pm”
Too true...
Your brother is blessed to inspire such reflections Kitty. The poem is beautifully tender.
Thank you, Matthew.
Amantine B, it's been a roller coaster of a week...:)
"...small finches feast..."
*****
Thank you, James.
gorgeous *
I love it. "the handsome bluejay shrieks."*
So well done, you took me there, put me there, and I loved the journey *
Thank you, Beate. :)
Thank you, Tim!
Thank you, Foster!
Small finches move the world *
Thank you, John. Yes, they do!