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?

© 2014-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

Published by Talking Waters Press

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