Monday, May 28, 2012

Bird brain


Swallow said,
as she darted by
on a subtle wing,
Write.

But Grosbeak told me,
seed tucked securely in her left cheek,
eye glinting just a little
with mischief:
Just watch.

Watch the wind swirl and draw dust
down, throwing grit in your eyes. Watch the needles
laugh their way off spindly limbs, a dance
and a shudder until they all
come raining down.

And so I watch.

Rachel Westfall
May 28, 2012