I’ve been a stranger to these pages. Am recuperating from the worst illness of my life. Am now finally in a joyous, feeling-new-inside phase, not without its own difficulties, but they’re greatly outweighed by a sense of fondness, freshness, and gratitude. So, the below…seen from my kitchen window 2 days ago:

Cardinals

sentinals

in

vestibules

of snow

Low branches

bow

as high boughs

bob–birds

flit & grip

Dawn abbots

down habits

white-flecked

with

flakes

Cardinals

red sentinals

sing plain

praise

in snow

In a similar but deeper vein, from a poet very dear to my heart, Henry Vaughan(1621-95) :

Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush

And whispers amongst them. There’s not a spring

Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush

And oak doth know I AM. Canst thou not sing?

O leave thy cares and follies! go this way,

And thou art sure to prosper all the day.

(from his poem “Rules and Lessons” Such great stuff.) Anyway, along with some new-to-me Bach recordings and some Appalachian tunes, such constitutes my food, not for ‘pie-hole’ but for soul.