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Thursday, February 13, 2014

Come Hither Varied Thrush

Come Hither Varied Thrush


Perched on naked dogwood scaffold
Varied Thrush nestles up aneath
old growth umbrella safe harbor


Hundred foot Douglas Fir ,
well seasoned sage ,
relaxed boughs thickly loaded chill
point down to the variegated white earth


Sheltered slumbering wildwood skeletons ,
frames shoulder the weight
of the sky's frozen gifts


Freshly fallen cotton tuffs alighting upon
puffed up orange, black and white
cockaded feathers , 30 beaks strong…


Wintertide visitors down from nearby mountain tops ,
invasions from distant northern horizons
Striking black on orange breast band ,
stark contrasts to the winter wonderland backdrop,
frozen feet deep , bewitch boot tops


Winter flocks huddle ,
some independents caucus ,
authoritative single shrills whistled

Notes pitchy , pitches breaking reclusive silence
yet music to the sole musician's quietude
single “twerp” so understood , inciting nowness


The humility of this isolated solitude whelms the soul ,
how they love to sing to the heaviest of snow flurries…
Their song expressions of appreciation
returned to the Audubon Sanctuary woodlot


The love affair with an admirer,
cracked corn scratch in hand ,
winter apples descend fermenting stillness ,
fall from high windows' graces


Love filled heart
purging with willing natural beings
only wishing to share one love ;
only wishing to share here & now ...


© Harlon Rivers ... 2 .07 .2014


something quick and spontaneous... a moment shared after watching the snow fall and feeding the birds for a couple days off during a snow storm.    Likely needs edit but that would just spoil an honest here and now, in the backwoods.   Edit wouldn't really express the moment if I spend anytime doing that and probably would just end up not even publishing. So my raw first draft written just before dark, this say in the Northwest...

photos by Harlon Rivers ... sorry they were through dirty windows :)


2 comments:

Botanical Bird said...

Nice photos, glad you made it through the storm, glad for the birds too!

Harlon Rivers said...

Thank you...what a lovely image your name evokes. It seems in life we only get what we give, When nature pulses through our being, it keeps us grounded and the love in out hearts
alive !!!