I sit like a plant in a greenhouse My face drawn to the sunlight coming through the cabin window And the fire warming my back It’s like the comfort of being in between the sun and the moon This morning I’m between the sun and the fire, a good place to be Yet not without first staring at the waning crescent moon in the morning sky Watching as she gently faded into the blue and yellows of the morning sunrise
The ground frosted this morning Creating a soft sparkly white across the open fields The windows frosted too From this cold, cold February air
I go out to chop a few pieces of wood for the fire Putting the log in place to be split I raise my hatchet over my head The sun rises up from the horizon We greet each other warmly, holding a gaze ever so briefly Before letting the hatchet fall Chopping wood with the sun is a good way to begin a day
With two sips of coffee left Something catches my eye out with window A house finch lands on the near feeder But two other birds land on the bluebird box From inside the cabin they look small and black I grab the binoculars to take a closer look I quickly adjust the focus and the blue shimmers from the female’s back As she inspects the house The male sitting tall on the roof, protecting As he turns to the east the blue shines brightly and brilliantly on his back Then they swoop over to the other box And again the female inspects and the male stands guard They sit in the sun too for a little while Then fly south over top the cabin
The purple finches come to eat With their shiny red heads…
A good time spent with the bluebirds and purple finches Sitting in this cabin that is as warm as a greenhouse Time feels so slow back here Yet somehow passes by very quickly
february 2020