by October 10, 2021 0 comments

The ancients thought that
You could tell important things
From the flight of birds.
Those who think a hope for peace
Lies in emulating nature
Have never watched three hummingbirds
At a feeder on an August morning.
Myself, I attend closely
To the goldfinches
In the northeast quadrant,
Dusk, coolness settling in,
Hopeful new undertakings
Late in life.

editors note:

Picks precurse portents. Pick well! – mh clay

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