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A poem about something that returns is on today's menu from NaPoWriMo.
Light, Birds, Fish, Birch
Each day the light returns,
sometimes later, sometimes sooner,
but always, it returns.
Hummingbirds come back
each spring, to the feeder.
If it's not out, they buzz the window, looking.
Paper birch in the curtilage
rolls out the catkins,
promises leaves to come.
Late summer finds the redfish
swimming up their birth creeks
to spawn the next generation.
We are all the light, the birds,
the fish, the birch, off on our adventures,
coming home.
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4 comments:
I love those extravagant catkins! & the eternal seasonal hope embedded in your final Poetry Month offering. Many thank yous for an especially welcome month of gorgeous poetry, Linda!
And thank YOU, Caro, for reading so faithfully and for your encouraging comments along the way. I appreciate them—and you—more than you know! Hugs
Lovely and profound.
Lovely and profound.
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