Tidal Basin

Germination Detail Part III, by Leslie Shellow

contemplations about what stays in the net

Thursday, January 16, 2014


The rogue wintering chickadee
            comes in for a crash landing and takes off again
And who are you to not wonder
            how feet so small can carry a collection of feathers
headstrong into a north wind?

A hop

            A leap

                         A simple run.

He clears the bushes in his bumpy flight
and you with your wire-rimmed glasses and red-rimmed eyes
secretly wishing you could do
the same.

1 comment:

  1. Birdsong and flight are such a blessing. Do they ever sing a sad song? Even this week I've heard their tunes of joy. Let us all remember our wings.