|Blackbirds fill the sky at Lake Anna State Park, Virginia|
On Wednesday I will be turning 53 years old.
Although I have not spent the better part of my life out-of-doors, this poem arrived in a Writer's Almanac newsletter last week and was just what I needed to hear.
by Julie Cadwallader Staub
I am 52 years old, and have spent
truly the better part
of my life out-of-doors
but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head
a rustling, ruffling quietness in the spring air
and when I turned my face upward
I saw a flock of blackbirds
rounding a curve I didn’t know was there
and the sound was simply all those wings,
all those feathers against air, against gravity
and such a beautiful winning:
the whole flock taking a long, wide turn
as if of one body and one mind.
How do they do that?
Read the ending HERE.
Gorgeous poem, M.! Sometimes it feels like the words move together as they should. Happy almost birthday! xoReplyDelete
"but instead we live and move and have our being/here". Wishing it were all so. I love seeing our blackbirds cawing in the trees, have only seen them in flight once, but not a large group. Thanks, Michelle for this beauty on a Monday morning.ReplyDelete
Love! And happy birthday!ReplyDelete
Love. And happy birthday.ReplyDelete
This poem is stunning. Have a wonderful birthday!ReplyDelete
I can feel the sweep of those birds in your lines, and how it the poem simultaneously curves back in on itself and becomes more expansive. Thank you!ReplyDelete
What a boost this is to read on a Monday evening in February rain.ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday! We're nearly the same age...I follow in August. Somehow, I find this nice.ReplyDelete
Oh, I love this poem! And I'm exactly 1 week older than you are! Have a wonderful birthday!ReplyDelete
Thank you all for the pre-birthday wishes! I'm glad you love the poem as much as I do.ReplyDelete
Wow. That's an amazing poem! Happy pre-birthday to you. Nice to know that you are young enough to be my daughter!!! Thanks for the poem.ReplyDelete
I am so glad that I went back to read the Blackbird poem, Michelle. Happy pre-birthday greetings to you.I see I missed the post on Buffy's challenge so I will catch up with that.ReplyDelete