cardinals
08 May 2011 12 Comments
nana has been sending a lot of birds these days,
and i’m sure it’s because she knows i need them.
it’s always unexpected, though i should
expect them by now, they cross my path
when my mind is blank.
i don’t believe the dead are watching us -
i’m sure they have better things to do
but i know that nana still sends me love,
and i know that sometimes love is
what i need to keep myself in this world.
red wings flit and flutter in front
of my car as i drive to work,
to meet friends, to run my errands -
it doesn’t matter what i’m doing -
it is springtime and
they are there and i feel like
i’ve gotten a hug from 20 years ago.
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May 13, 2011 @ 11:32:28
You are a very effective storyteller. Your imagery is very good. Enjoy the cardinals.
Iris
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May 12, 2011 @ 22:00:07
Lovely poem, I always seem to notice birds while in the car and the bright colored ones, seem to tell me of brighter things to come. Really enjoyed it.
May 12, 2011 @ 17:44:46
I see signs and messages in everything, so your poem very much appealed to me – and it’s well written!
May 12, 2011 @ 08:45:38
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May 11, 2011 @ 16:57:08
Does that mean the bright red cardinal that has been trying to peck his way through my office window is trying to bring me a message? Thanks for the thoughts!
May 10, 2011 @ 19:57:47
This sweet poem reminds me of the close relationship I had with my Nana. Love it!
May 09, 2011 @ 16:03:44
Amazing. My sister sends butterflies!
May 09, 2011 @ 15:19:50
How sweet. This is really lovely.
May 09, 2011 @ 11:02:48
Ooo how beautiful!
May 09, 2011 @ 07:45:38
=) Lovely and I certainly hope my lost have something more interesting to do then watch me!
May 09, 2011 @ 07:20:48
This is great! It makes me think of my poem, “Pennies From Heaven”, except instead of finding pennies, the angels send you birds. Your poem fairly dances and flits in the air like a bird darting in front of me. Nice!