“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.24.2011

february overhead


this morning was a hawk swooping low, inches from the grass,
and a squirrel almost caught,
but not.
not quite, by a mere fluff of his tail
and an oh-so-convenient bush;
the hawk circled and settled onto a limb, waiting.
this afternoon was wind and a cardinal, cardinals always come with the wind,
then almost hard rain upon that very same grass,
and this early evening was still light in the sky, blue overhead,
with a flock of blackbirds heading north.
i stood beneath them and watched them fly,
and was not ashamed of the envy i felt.
there are robins now and bluejays
and a drizzle of yellow forsythia 
poured atop brown stalks at the foot of the drive.
there are daffodils and paperwhites and blooming camellia trees
and pink buds on the tulip trees.

february always tears at my heart.

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8 comments:

  1. I was among those blackbirds skimming along that blur dky overhead hoping you would join us.
    XO

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  2. February is such a mixed bag for me, I still feel deep in winter however if I look closely enough I can spot signs of Spring all around...I love how you described it. Thinking of you.

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  3. the shortest month, yet always, the longest. but these words make me feel the change that is coming, yellow forsythia like a ray of sunshine... on a morning when i wake up to yet another blizzard, here.
    thank you for this.
    xoxo

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  4. it does .. you describe it with such purpose and poetry... blessings friend

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  5. I have always dreamed of flying with the birds. If dreams could be possible at times like this. Lovely words of February.

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  6. such beautiful imagery you paint with your words Debi!
    February is a tough one! Ugh.
    xoxo

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  7. February tries my patience. Definitely doesn't feel like the shortest month...never does.

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