In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off
and flew away, while the Mallard snickered
and the heron smiled silently.
I know he smiled,
he was holding back a laugh
I saw him with my own eyes,
no really, I did.
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Shadows of small birds can be seen now, returning to the land
while the sun takes its rightful place in the sky again
and on some days, a cold rain
chases away the snow.
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Silver threads of the lake at dawn,
with whispers of deliverance
to awaken,
to transform the grey
to a startling blue,
and the beginning
of birdsong.
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Wordflow only holds onto the healing of poetry
as long as bitterness is cast away
spinning, descending
back to where it came from.
Our best work
lives with a heart running strong
like prayers on the wings
of birds soaring.
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Under the willow tree, I pause by the river touching
the bark,
as a blackbird glides
over the water
to an oak tree
on the other side.
I focus
on the depth moving slowly,
releasing a prayer
within a whisper,
into the wind.
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Note: From my archives, a revised poem.
As the wind moves through the trees a robin is released,
and a sparrow takes flight
while beautiful songs travel
into the blue sky.
And a dragonfly hovers,
watching me.
Note: This came to me on my front porch today.
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In waves of cloudflow, birdsong travels
to a future time, sending notes
and prayers
to our coming spring.
And Earth begins her warming.
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When the bluebird sings she lifts her voice, as a prayer for us
that we will be encouraged, focusing on the beauty
filling us, seeing the deer
in the wildflowers,
breathing in the coolness
and the strength of the forest,
conquering our own mountains.
And as we smile, the bluebird’s faith
becomes even stronger.
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video from youtube
Redwing blackbird sitting on a branch, singing
our summer songs, with a little streak
of red, to add some fire
to his prayers.
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As I wander through woods it begins to lightly rain,
hood up, shoes crunching twigs, even where winter was singing,
the harshness has ended. And now it is time for
the robin, the blue jay squawking, gawking,
jumping from branch to branch
and a dove
coos
asking for peace.
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