It’s been a generous bird week. That’s good, because it’s still cold here, ( 43 and rainy right now) and it does not feel like spring. But these gorgeous birds have brought grace to us as we watch them feast at our feeders, reminding us that they don’t arrive here unless the weather is changing.
I’ve just completed two lovely weeks of writing classes; and although each week’s participants and instructor were different than the other, both followed a simple formula: write, listen to each other read, give and take some feedback, read a few examples, then write some more. No one expects perfection, only words on a page. Occasionally, ( certainly not always) something lands that is worth paying attention to.
Here is one of several poems that I began this past week. The prompt for this was ” I begin my day with…”
Before, in another kind of life
we daily left each other, flying out
to peck for food
Now, I begin my day
with coffee. You put in cream for me
but leave the spoon so I
can add the right amount of sugar
The news on the radio is not good.
Like old chickens we cluck
dithering about the future
There are two chairs here, and side by side we
watch nuthatch, grosbeak, indigo bunting.
In winter, when
the sunrise comes so late
It is soft luxury to wait.