Blackbirds Singing Under the Moon of Sap
Female Staghorn Sumac, January 31, 2015
That’s the moon in the air behind. It fills it.
It was a beautiful time.
The cedar waxwings came and the rowans became them.
Sun Dog, a-Hunting, Yesterday
And it’s here, chased right out of wherever the moon hides when it has other things to take care of.
It’s not a very big moon. But look what it has brought from its travels.
They’re not very many, but their trills and calls flood the air. It is a moon…
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