The Great Migration

Jacob Lawrence twoartiststalkingarchives.blogspot.com

Jacob Lawrence
twoartiststalkingarchives.blogspot.com

It has begun once again

the great migration of life

Creatures abandoning the dark

in their annual quest for the light

Hummingbird & butterfly know

better than the silver osprey

how winter numbs a soul

 

And so it is they migrate

Who counts the wingbeats

or heartbeats of their flight?

Only that this place they filled

with grace has all gone gray

deepening with each day

dying of their absence

“How separate we are under our black umbrellas—

dark planets in our own small orbits . . .”

                            ~ Linda Pastan

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Great Migration

  1. SalvaVenia says:

    … waiting to be rejuvenated again by their return …

    Like

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