1.10.2015

This damp January morning has drained the color from the sky and all it touches – everything is a shade of sidewalk. All but the unexpected pink of the sand cherry, which bursts out to laugh at the gray as I walk by. It seems that even trees can tease.

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listening to the day’s
wakening heartbeat,
the unseen thrush
trilling in the still-dark
before the January dawn,
I can almost sense you
turn in your sleep –
and this is my survival:
even in the act of leaving
I am always coming home

© Sarah Whiteley

In one more short month, I’ll be heading (again) into lengthy workdays and ungodly hours. Somehow the thought of it is even more difficult this time around knowing there’s a warm and wonderful soul waiting for me at home. And yet… there’s a warm and wonderful soul waiting for me at home! How lucky am I?

January sparrows

upside-down sparrows
clown their delight
in bright berries –
all thronging songs
and fluffed-up browns –
bending stems in
ravenous affection
to the ground

© Sarah Whiteley

I’ve been watching the sparrows and robins attack the red berries across the street – no idea what the bush is, but it seems to bear their weight with good humor at least, always bouncing back and never breaking. I get a kick out of the sparrows especially, as they seem to have no concept of right-side up in the midst of their feasting frenzy – completely comical!

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year! And I’ll be swinging by shortly to catch up on some reading!

Cheers!