Sunday, November 23, 2014

Robins in the Black Gum
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

You can see how Summer was good to them,
their robust breasts gleaming in the mirror of
the afternoon sun, and they are cheery. They
have a way of speaking about things that sounds
as if rejoicing, never reluctant, and this, even
after the early season freezes put ice on the pond
already. But they are meaningful too, dropping the
black gum seed where it will grow, and holly,
and I saw them not long ago at the dogwood berries.
Brilliant red. People don’t think much about this
anymore, I know, but birds plant the forest. Other
animals do too. Squirrels, for sure. Yes, angels are
common among us and doing such good deeds. I
swear. How is it that we miss the grandeur of it all?


© 2014-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press
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