Tag: winter

the house finches

the house finches have changed their song again - to one of fierce joy, of emphatic nest-lust it seems almost too soon for such passion, with snow still gathered, blue in the shadows of the north-facing stones then again, some songs exist simply to remind … Continue reading the house finches


I am becoming…

I am becoming the color of fall when it stoops to November, russet when it succumbs to gray in quiet, unnoticed ways until suddenly the briar leans bare against the fence bleak, wild and forgettable © Sarah Whiteley