What a day, what a week, what a season. I'm happy. There's so much good abounding in preparing for holidays.
Thank you, Buffy Silverman for hosting our round-up. I'm also basking in the shower of gifts that came with this Winter's Poetry Swap. Again, thank you Tabatha for being the master elf that makes sure it happens.
This year, my swap partner is Molly of Nix the Comfort Zone. Molly helps me see more of the world that is...and what could be. She helps me write better. She's an inspiration.
I've written this blog post several times in attempts to share her beautiful swap gifts that I received. But, in the end, nothing beats the gifts themselves.
|A new journal, friendly to our planet...and a new friend for my tree.|
|Molly's Bird photo-cards are a treasure|
And, the best...poetry.
|A Gift from Molly 2019|
by Molly Hogan
If I could,
I'd wrap up an hour
watching the birds
from my garden window.
I'd fill a box
with the simple joys--
the tilt of titmouse's tufted head.
nuthatch's upside-dow tree walk,
and cardinal's crimson flash.
I'd add whooshes and flutters
and woodpeckers scalloping swoops
through the air.
Around them, I'd tuck a soundtrack
woven of the raucous squawks of jays,
the soft shuffle of sparrows
scratching the earth,
and the bright rustle of mourning doves
erupting in flight.
If I could,
I'd tie it all up with sunny ribbons
and strings of birch bark,
and gift you the birds...
the peace of the morning.
I am blessed. I am fortunate for the gifts of birdsong and sunny ribbons...grateful that Molly is a writing friend. I know I am better for it.