Red Bird

Here’s a poem by the great Massachusetts poet, Mary Oliver. Her poem Red Bird, reminds me to look for the gift of color that breaks into the often grey and always cold days of a New England winter.

Accompanying the poem is a photo taken today in my backyard. Red Bird came to remind me that beauty however fleeting comes into even the darkest and coldest of days. May Red Bird speak to you.

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Red Bird

Red bird came all winter
Firing up the landscape
As nothing else could.

Of course I love the sparrows,
Those dun-colored darlings,
So hungry and so many.

I am a God-fearing feeder of birds,
I know he has many children,
Not all of them bold in spirit.

Still, for whatever reason-
Perhaps because the winter is so long
And the sky so black-blue,

Or perhaps because the heart narrows
As often as it opens-
I am grateful

That red bird comes all winter
Firing up the landscape

As nothing else can do.

4 thoughts on “Red Bird

  1. Ami Stockellburg

    Wonderful Poem. I will remember her, and maybe look for some of her work. Thank you. We have a Cardinal couple that has lived in our yard for a couple of years, and I think maybe their children as well.

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