Birds and Seasons
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Ah, connections,
Sweet connections,
Connections between birds,
Me, and seasons,
Connections, the things
Which tie the loose
Ends of my life into
Seamless, smooth knots,
Knots that make sense
To me, silken, like golden
Threads running
From month to month,
And so here I still
Am, with my ears
Listening to the
Avian voices of God,
With either a
Snow shovel or a
Spring rake in my hand,
But yet ready to
Always lift my head
And pause…
Leo Carroll
July 3, 2018
Little plump bird,
With your belly white,
Upon a snowbank
You peck at crumbs
Like you are the luckiest…
And above you
Watches blue jay,
From its curious perch on
A maple, as from
Its feet to below slips
Loose snow, to land
Where I resume
My raking in April…