Low heavy sky.
Biting wind and bitter cold.
The emeralds and languid turquoise of
summer reduced to neutrals.
Inside this old house drafts refuse to be tamed.
From a window as cold to the touch as ice
I watch for a sign.
Atop thin tips of willowy branches in a barren bush
a Cedar WaxWing inspects a world stripped of nonessentials.
We are so close our eyes lock.
Each studies the other.
What are we looking for?
What do we hope to find?
Where is the thread that connects us?
Wind gusts, howls.
The ancient Magnolia bends in its breath.
From far away, a dirty plastic bag has filled with bluster and taken flight.
Now it rushes between the bird and me.
Cedar Wax Wing cocks his head, but doesn’t fly.
It’s a stare-down of epic proportions,
one animal exploring another,
each with needs,
each searching,
each starving to death to know.
©bss
I love love love this..
Thanks, Claudia! Really!
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This says so much…
Sweet…gee…
What a beautiful bird and what a lovely poem.
Thank you so much.
Hi, did you get my email??
No, I didn’t. But I wish I had. ittymac@hotmail.com
Exquisitely written!! Beautiful, B.
Thanks, my friend.
You are truly one of my favorite poets and an incredible talent. Thank you for sharing – this moves me, and reminds me of the activity in my own life, external and internal.
Thank you for your sweet words.
If you found something that connects to your own life, then the poem was a success! Thanks for letting me know I made a difference.
Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
You’re most welcome, Jane.
what a stunning photo, i love how the blush pink of the bird is also captured in the background. I also adored your poetry. we are all connected
We are all very, very connected. I believe we are all single pieces of the same one thing.