The life of birds
Rose-breasted Grosbeak, adult male
and surveying what lies
around and behind him,
a young male grosbeak
shows off his brand new
white back feathers and
blossoming rose-breasted chest
Nowhere to go
in particular and
not much to say,
he munches birdseed
and enjoys an early
before moving on
Reminder of a new day; reminder of Spring’s heartbreaking beauty; reminder of how vast this world is and how small and earthbound we humans are.
For the last few weeks D and I have been (yet again) sorting through our many books that sometimes weigh us down. We’ve been through this drill more than once, thanks to our academic lives and limited shelf space. I’ve often said our main decorative scheme is Books and More Books, closely followed by Shelves and More Shelves.
Some books and manuscripts are sacrosanct. This includes my collection of hymnbooks and piano scores going back to my childhood piano lessons. Plus those favorite recipe books (now antiques) that I rarely use anymore. Plus our bird and plant identification books, old college and graduate school yearbooks, and would you believe multiple translations of the Bible?
Sometimes I wish I had the life of a bird. Especially on a sunny Spring day with plenty of food and water available and not a hawk in sight.
However, on the whole, I’m grateful for the life I’ve had. Not because it was easy, but because it was and still is difficult, breathtaking, exciting, nerve-wracking, crazy-making, beautiful and precious.
On that note, I’m back to the attic to work through another bookcase.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 14 May 2021
Photo found at pinterest.com
Great post! I can relate. And I agree!
Good luck with your continued sorting, keeping, giving-away project. We are doing the same thing!!!
PS…I always thought about being a bird. 🙂 What/which bird would you want to be?
Oh… what a great question! I think I’d like to be a small Carolina Wren! There’s something about their constant beautiful song (all year long) that just grabs me. Besides, they’re around here all year long–so we get to hear their cheery songs every now and then when it’s freezing cold outside. Very good for my attytude! :}
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