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.
—Mary Oliver, closing lines to “Red Bird,” from Red Bird
Sources: Photograph – Thank you Carol for photo by Raja Daja. Poem – A Poet Reflects

So beautiful.
It is. Thanks Kev.
Wow, lovely.
It is Sheri. Thanks.
Lovely pairing of word and text, DK. Mary Oliver is just so bang on. And at this point, I’d take just about any color bird I can get… 😉
She is, Lori, so amazing. And I’m with you. Any bird, any color is good.
Yes. Yes. I feel this way when I see a cardinal or a blue jay, insistently present through this unforgiving cold.
Yes, true about blue jay too. Feel same way.
it brings a splash of hope to the landscape.
A splash of fire.
Beautiful words and photo.
I’m with you Carolann.
Wonderful and beautiful and hopeful.
Yes it is…
Damn, love this. Thanks for sharing. The heart indeed does narrow as often as it opens. I, for one, try to observe birds each day. They are indeed storytellers.
– Michael
Thanks Michael. I found it wonderful too…
So lovely. Not sure what the current equivalent is here, in the throat-itching smoke of summer bushfires. Maybe the first few drops of rain that make the whole garden smell wonderfully of wet dog!
Hmmmmm, throat-itching smoke of summer bush fires. Not sure I find this to be analogous, but if you’re there, I’ll go with it! 🙂
not much inspiring about this weather!
I can imagine…
Mary Oliver is always bang on.
She is amazing…