Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that […]
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It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –the ability to perch up highbalanced, no matter the weatherunaffected by the drama below –I shall never know such calm,being afraid of heights. (For Bird Weekly Photo challenge: birds perched up. Not sure of featured image (a sparrow of somes sort), Bald Eagle, and Red-winged blackbird) A Bird’s Eye […]
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Does Robin feel the flutterof fledglings incubating beneath her downy breast And does her heart soarwith thoughts of little beakssoon to be agape with hunger? How carefully she tends her nestnature or nurture, I do not knowbut the miracle remains the same. (For Eugi’s weekly challenge: flutter. Image my own.)
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Cardinal cares notfor human noise, her sweet songa sprightly museeven the meanest of heartsturn skyward at her bidding. (A tanka for Thursday. Image my own.)
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Generosity of natureblessings aboundin communionhumbledgratefulalive (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)
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A band of blue jaysgather around, debaseserenity of this gardenparty: chickadees and cardinalsscatter, sense dangerin raucous intrusion – Bemused, I watch, marvelbirds parodying humans. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Male mallardonce procuringoffspring, abandons Female, charged with carebecomes a target, oftenkilled by next mate I contemplate the orphansthe cruelty rendered what purpose struggle serves. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Mercy bore wingsgraced my doorstepher cheery song nectarfor a weary heart –initiative all hers. (Image mine)
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This woman you think you seeface hidden behind lensshe is but an illusion Flesh camouflaging spirit –her soul, wingedsoars beside you. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge: illusion; and Bird Weekly challenge: seagulls.)
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