Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
You know the storm is coming, it’s been in the news for days.
“A big one,” they say. “Blizzard!” But, there sits this little brown
bird, a winter wren, appropriate as that may be, atop a lovely
candelabra of crimson sumac berries. The first big flakes have
settled upon him. There’s something magical about that.
Something wonderful. You’ve been rushing about doing chores,
bringing in wood, filling buckets with water. He meditates.
What is it that you have not yet learned?
© 2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems"
To be published by Talking Waters Press
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