Tag: birds

no stars have come for us…

no stars have come for us no birds align in coded message there is only us and all the ways I say without saying that I am both broken and blooming, and uncertain how to welcome hope and despair on such unequal footing © Sarah … Continue reading no stars have come for us…


advice to the weary

when air grows heavy and tired from too long falling, day's last birds will dive down and in rising, shake it out before them something, at least, is vibrant is the message beaten out by wings when you are lost, find stone that will hold … Continue reading advice to the weary

April windstorm

the winds that rushed in yesterday to strip branches of their blooms flipped trash can lids, sent them spinning down the street, cast crows into chaotic aeronautics and sent all songbirds deep into their shrubbed shelters but today, they come out singing blithely tumbling between … Continue reading April windstorm

writing home

the small-birds have finally found the window feeder and the dogs are enthralled with their sudden proximity we are well, though feeling the spring in our bones – that gentle eruption debuts a new brand of restlessness the boards of the porch have been too … Continue reading writing home


the gulls face the waves perched on their own reflections water reaches nothing is washed away except time from this day © Sarah Whiteley