Not Midway, Mostway Mostway through my life So much more aft than fore now each heartbeat treasured When an oriole alights outside my window, breath stops holding still I savor his marigold and black A single wingbeat and he’s gone while I remain for now
for now...and now...and now...and not............
exactly.
sending love!
Glorious.
Thank you, Stephen!
Thank you for this lovely gift, beautifully written. Helped me be grateful today, now.
You are very welcome!
to stop and savour while we still can
exactly.
have a beautiful savory day!
--Amrita
Thank you, Jan! If only you could see the orioles that come to our feeder.... Bullock's and black-hooded.
Wow! Those last three lines just stop me... I'm reading them aloud again and again. So profoundly lovely, Amrita!
Nice.