Friday, October 01, 2004
Brown Bird
I was sitting there
among the redwoods,
all solemn, majestic,
tall,
as if a band
of elder brothers
had gathered round
to ensure that you
were safe
and cared for
like a special child
when suddenly I saw
a small circle of light
undulant there on the forest floor
as if a stone had been dropped
into a pool of brightness
and the waves rippled outward
in concentric rings
(in that familiar way
that we all know)
and then a small brown bird
stepped daintily forth
and over the edge
and across
the dappled leaf cover of bronze,
confident, serene,
concerned about nothing,
nothing at all
but his forward trek,
his personal business
of going ahead,
drawing the light behind him
as he went.
copyright,Dorothy Walters
among the redwoods,
all solemn, majestic,
tall,
as if a band
of elder brothers
had gathered round
to ensure that you
were safe
and cared for
like a special child
when suddenly I saw
a small circle of light
undulant there on the forest floor
as if a stone had been dropped
into a pool of brightness
and the waves rippled outward
in concentric rings
(in that familiar way
that we all know)
and then a small brown bird
stepped daintily forth
and over the edge
and across
the dappled leaf cover of bronze,
confident, serene,
concerned about nothing,
nothing at all
but his forward trek,
his personal business
of going ahead,
drawing the light behind him
as he went.
copyright,Dorothy Walters
