Sometimes Moments

A flash of red pauses against the snow-filled hedge,

Some moments pass too radiant and quick

to catch with anything but the heart’s eye.

 

The cardinal paused only a moment,

turned with his bright dark eyes,

looked at me looking at him,

and then he flew.

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
This entry was posted in A River of Stones, aros, Birds, Nature, Poetry, Spring, spring snow, The River, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Sometimes Moments

  1. Teri says:

    I still just love your cardinal…he really just looks so sure of himself- despite the snow. xo teri

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