Posted Monday, June 6th, 2005
Habitat of the Heart
The whistle-scrape song
of a red-winged blackbird
sounds nearby, its final note
a rising question mark.
We sit in silence, daughter and father
watching the aerobatics of barn swallows,
the clumsy parades of ducklings. A hawk
turns lazy spirals over the field.
We have counted generations
of heron, goose, and pheasant; seen
thousands of coot, teal, merganser.
We have tracked our lives in the migratory patterns
of feather and the crack of fractured eggshell.
Today we walk slowly,
halting often along a path worn familiar
by the imprint of memories:
a summer flurry of fluffy cottonwood
seeds; the perfect, speckled halves
of an empty egg; initials on a tree trunk;
a glimpse of green and yellow ribbon
snaking through grass.
The light is fading, fingers
of a dying day reaching out in farewell.
Somewhere in the trees an owl
poses its eternal question.
My own questions are not so simple,
but I sense the answers are here, in every grebe
and eagle, every sapling and tadpole,
every ripple on the water.
I am bound to this place,
and I will return,
It is the habitat of my heart.
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Posted by Patricia Parkinson on Monday, June 6th, 2005 at 5:17 PM
OHHHHHH....I love this sooo much..the owl and the eternal question, this is so wonderful...it's found a wonderful home..xoxoxoxo
Posted by Patricia Moed on Monday, June 6th, 2005 at 8:24 PM
This is lovely. The language resonates.
Posted by Cecilia Miller on Wednesday, June 8th, 2005 at 3:38 PM
I LOVE the rich imagery you conjure within this. Excellent writing!
Posted by Anna McDougall on Thursday, June 9th, 2005 at 9:43 AM
Beautiful journey described, thank you.
Posted by Elsie O'Day on Thursday, June 9th, 2005 at 8:55 PM
The half-sentence, " a path worn familliar by the imprint of memories," touched me deeply.
Posted by Elizabeth Crabtree on Saturday, June 11th, 2005 at 4:18 AM
Exquisite. It reminded me of my own father, and our worn paths. Your words dance upon the metaphorical stage of nature, representing life and death, the importance of making memories and of the memories themselves, so eloquently.
I was enthralled.
Posted by Katrina Denza on Saturday, June 11th, 2005 at 2:16 PM
Ann, this is stunning.
Posted by Miriam Kotzin on Tuesday, June 14th, 2005 at 5:34 PM
Wonderful images and sounds...letting us into your world.
Posted by Pamela Griffin [ email@example.com
] on Monday, June 20th, 2005 at 8:42 PM
This is beautiful...The images are so real and truly touched me. Thanks.