anonyrrie

Keeping It Simple

I take the bird on the woodpile,

separate it from its function, feather

by feather. I blow up its scale.

I make a whole life out of it:

everywhere I am, its sense of loitering

lights on my shoulder.

- Mary Ruefle

 

scatter

Things are not

unmoving (or else what   

is ing there for?)

The things once-living   

fall on the never-living   

all the more movingly for the eye

that passes over them.

The wind wells up

to spill a trail

of onces off the nevers,

take opaque from eye

to mind, or near it —

every rocking takes some leaving

to a stonish spirit.

- Heather McHugh, " Leaf Litter on Rock Face"

sunrise at dusk

Even now this landscape is assembling.

The hills darken. The oxen

sleep in their blue yoke,

the fields having been

picked clean, the sheaves

bound evenly and piled at the roadside

among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness

of harvest or pestilence.

And the wife leaning out the window

with her hand extended, as in payment,

and the seeds

distinct, gold, calling

Come here

 

Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.

 - Louise Gluck, "All Hallows" 

captures & captions

early morning,
still dark outside
shadows and light inside,
game face on,
and the week goes by. 

green bottles,
gifts from friends
hold feathers of all sizes.
feathers of all sizes,
gifts from 
hawk, 
turkey,
bluejay,
grackle,
crow...
hold messages of love and hope and trust.

trees laden with fruit,
dropping 
pods
nuts
seeds
to wait for Spring

 there's magic
here,
there,
and everywhere.