A Tiny Jittery

Wood ducks with their gorgeous face markings, fabulous red-headed pileated woodpeckers,  a tiny jittery brown wren.  The cherry tree just beginning to bud and in Boston, the magnolia trees in their white and purple magnificence.  This is today.

My son was on school vacation this week so yesterday we took a very long walk along the river and watched the high schoolers practice their sculling--at least that's what I think it's called.  We saw teeny tiny fish and bugs out and luckily no tics.  We met some very friendly little dogs.

Just a reminder that I'm giving out free poetry books--just comment here. 

The poems are, well, not daily but sporadically happening.  It's always a joy just to write, even when I absolutely hate them afterward. 


And Having Broken Into Blossom
        after James Wright

there is no against 

just to and fro 

and where before I wondered 

what and why now 

I shyly bend and blend

into the sensible breeze


if there were anything
 more to say 

this pink of pink of pink 

that I am 

would be answer 

enough


Copyright © 2013 Eloise Klein Healy All rights reserved
from A Wild Surmise Red Hen Press
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