WAM 2013-14Table of Contents:
| Cardinal Thoughts in Timetree to the next, higher up, a shot of light across my view. Rumbles of thunder dot the moments on this sticky summer’s day—even the rain drops sweat. Bird calls break through to my ear, rippling echoes across the sky. Light clouds to the south and dark behind signal mutable tones this day. Around twilight, a female cardinal is chirping away in our tree—grayish red hues adorn her feathers, not so bold and bright as the male—she sings urgently, perhaps calling her mate to the tree so full of berries. Or perhaps her call, so high and insistent, is to all around her, presently perched alight. A red streak of flight, our cardinal friends it seems are here for the late fall and ever comforting, the onset of winter; they grace us with their light. Imagine a male cardinal in the deep white snow—think of a seed in the cardinal’s beak as he stands softly atop the surface. And just now he’s aloft, leaving fragile imprints on the snow. Deep mid-winter—iced in—the grass lives dormant beneath this locked-in reservoir of being we call earth. Following Shanti uphill in the snow, late afternoon sun ahead, a red male swoops before me, and again later that week on my skis, a female rises and dips through the trees up ahead and maybe, I think, what nature teaches is grace in the flowing river of time. ![]() |