American Robin at Cienega Creek Preserve 2-19-10Photo by Kathiesbirds
Alone in the woodland the thrush and I
Seek refuge
We pause and listen
Waiting for sound
Waiting
To hear the earth move
Amidst white bones
And gold coins
Rattling
And crunching
We breathe one breath
We think
One thought:
Home.
~kathiesbirds (2-20-10)
OSI Prompt: Gold
this is a beautiful poem
ReplyDeletemany thanks ..
That is beautiful--the image of one spirit and one dream fills me with peace.
ReplyDelete(Thanks for your thoughts on my poem, gold. Your thoughts are similar to the ones I had when I wrote it.)
ReplyDeleteI like this, Kathie. When we are wandering home is the finest treasure of all.
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I live to hear the earth move in such a way. Quite lovely. Thank you.
ReplyDeletezoya guatum, thank you!
ReplyDeleteSandy, you are welcome on both counts! Thank you for your poetry and your visits to my blog. You are a very gracious hostess!
Jim, so glad you got this!
Christine, I'm not surprised this speaks to your heart! You are welcome!
This is right up my bird poetry alley.
ReplyDeleteI can hear the rush in my ears as I'm listening in the woods with you. Very evocative.
ReplyDeleteColleen, so glad you like it!
ReplyDeletePatrick, glad to have you along!