redwing blackbirds linger on the tops of reeds
redwing blackbirds linger on the tops of reeds
alongside the grist mill- close to sunset
they review the arc of their day
at rest, and in flight-- we fail
to see the bright stroke of red
tucked in to their black bodies
but just now-
while perched quiet
the stillness infectious
to all those who take
the time to drop baggage
and simply be among the red wings
who become our teacher at dusk
and never ask for anything
we too make pure our life
stripped of pretentiousness
when all that echoes in our veins
is this: "it's kindness that brought
us into this world and kindness
which keeps us more than treading;
we navigate through sea weed,
vine choked dogwood trees,
day old bread, soured milk--
we rise like cream
so close to sky's edge,
are moved by wind, &
restored by sun's radiance
the new moon of possibility
becomes all
we care to breathe
~words and photo by kate lamberg (c) '14
tucked in to their black bodies
but just now-
while perched quiet
the stillness infectious
to all those who take
the time to drop baggage
and simply be among the red wings
who become our teacher at dusk
and never ask for anything
we too make pure our life
stripped of pretentiousness
when all that echoes in our veins
is this: "it's kindness that brought
us into this world and kindness
which keeps us more than treading;
we navigate through sea weed,
vine choked dogwood trees,
day old bread, soured milk--
we rise like cream
so close to sky's edge,
are moved by wind, &
restored by sun's radiance
the new moon of possibility
becomes all
we care to breathe
~words and photo by kate lamberg (c) '14
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