by Ethel Mortenson Davis
A small goldfinch
hit our glass door.
He lay unconscious—
in the process of dying.
“I will return later
when he is gone,”
she said.
“He needs quiet
and stillness.”
When she checked again
the bird was sitting up
and awake.
Life had come back to him.
“He will be stronger
and cherish life more,”
she thought.
“A bright spot
in his spring world,”
like the green
moss-covered stone
this winter—
shining out from under
the deep winter snows.
When she returned
he was gone.
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Absolutely wonderful Ethel! I simply love your poetry 😊
Oh, Ethel – saw this on Facebook and so glad I took the time out of a busy day to read. This moved me in a way I can’t even explain. One of the loveliest poems I have read. (I am so glad the goldfinches have arrived … they are so bright and companionable) XO
What a happy ending, and such a hopeful underneath meaning 🙂 , it is a really lovely poem.
Wow, this poem is so touching.
Love every line.
Another to republish, I decide. A have get behind awter of being away for a few days, camping in Spring.
Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
To read slowly and savour.
This speaks volumes to one who is diagnosed with a chronic illness. We see living as a gift especially if given a second chance.