Where are the Birds? (Draw a Bird Day)
see branches growing solid
in the rising light–
the cries of solitary
forms in motion–fleeting, dark
I’ve been drawing the branches outside my window when I wake up. Above is a grid of 9 of them. In the early morning light, the birds are like shadows that come and go.
Another poem about branches and birds, Tess Gallagher’s wonderful “Choices”, can be found here.
Happy Draw a Bird Day!