Sympathy to the Crow

Today, against greenest June fields I watched a red-winged blackbird chase a crow then retreat to safer branches.  At some distance, it appeared the crow had something in its beak and I wondered what offense had been levied to warrant such defense, and whether the blackbird sang now in victory or mourning.   You’d later learn,… Continue reading Sympathy to the Crow

Living Anyway

Tomorrow, spring’s petals will parade down pavement, confetti without the fanfare of a marching band. You wouldn’t call the bulbs and blooms any braver for withstanding winter’s percussive chill. All they know to do is grow in time with songbirds and rounding sun. You wouldn’t cry out, vanity!— for exuberant displays of lusty color, pastels… Continue reading Living Anyway