Mining the Bright Birds

I strain towards the future

My eyes focusing 
on the far away
past the empty, quiet gray,
like looking for a hummingbird
in the snow.

I squint to see the fine
twig lines
across the white,
over the green,
in front of the sleeping brown
and spy her there,
a gemstone
stately in her stance
among the branches.

It is no effort, really,
this finding my way
through my days,
if I but gentle my 
busy self,
settle and sit
sip and settle
and welcome the daytime darkness
while mining the bright birds.

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7 thoughts on “Mining the Bright Birds

  1. Anonymous says:

    Even in the darkness, there are bright bits of beauty if we but slow down and look

  2. I love the walk you take us through.. a walk through daytime darkness.. very nice juxtapositions — there is some melancholy— but the acceptance/joy seems to be winning…

  3. Anonymous says:

    “daytime darkness……” The finesse is magical in your description… Mining colorful birds from within their gray and dismal scene…… what a lovely picture my mind developed before I even looked at your photo. Good writing…

  4. I love that last verse especially… so quietly profound and lovely.

  5. a walk in the woods is nice comfort…finding our way through the day is much easier when we look for the beauty in the world…and take our time…

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