At 5:30 in the morning I wait for my computer to power up, in the darkness, watching the hourglass twirl, anticipating what communication might have landed in my inbox in the course of the night.
Outside a low wind passes through the trees. Low and gentle. Low and gentle. Out there in the darkness, my mother, her thin and elegant form, is winding slowly through the dense tree trunks, fanning through the clusters of needles in the tree tops, bringing down upon me this low and gentle wind.
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Northern Pygmy owl - a brave heart in a sparrow-sized body
A few words about the Feather River Watershed in Northern California by a sprite that writes in white
An "avioncito" spotted in the forest along the Humboldt wagon road, Oct 13, 2009
Northern Pygmy owl - a brave heart in a sparrow-sized body
Sandanista Avioncitos
The little airplanes of the heart
with their brave little propellers
What can they do
against the winds of darkness
even as butterflies are beaten back
by hurricanes
yet do not die
They lie in wait wherever
they can hide and hang
their fine wings folded
and when the killer-wind dies
they flutter forth again
into the new-blown light
live as leaves
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
with their brave little propellers
What can they do
against the winds of darkness
even as butterflies are beaten back
by hurricanes
yet do not die
They lie in wait wherever
they can hide and hang
their fine wings folded
and when the killer-wind dies
they flutter forth again
into the new-blown light
live as leaves
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Dedication
something learned is
something earned.
purchase then
some ink and pen.
dip your pen
into the ink,
take a page,
sit and think.
don’t compose
delightful prose.
any sprite
could write in white.
it should reach
through blood and bone
to your heart’s
own little home.
From Frankenstein!! Text by HC Artmann
something earned.
purchase then
some ink and pen.
dip your pen
into the ink,
take a page,
sit and think.
don’t compose
delightful prose.
any sprite
could write in white.
it should reach
through blood and bone
to your heart’s
own little home.
From Frankenstein!! Text by HC Artmann
2 comments:
I like your new slogan oh, "sprite that writes in white"!
What wonderful text about your Mom's presence in this beautiful country...I can picture a lady needlepointing in the house...nice!
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