Joy

A bird and my shadow may seem near but far apart

one perches on a fence, the other verges on another

The sun smiles on us.

Trust

A little bird in the river

perches on a pile of rocks

looks at me measuring my presence

I watch standing, still for a few seconds,

thinking of a step closer,

the bird flies away.

 

Sweet spirit

You come sweet little bird, greet

Us this morning, good tidings, a spirit

To light our souls, to see

The essence in every moment

Days when flowers bloom

Or nights when glasses are broken

When strength rises from suffering

When hope remains during uncertainties.

Instants of time

Instants of time
alone in created space
aloneness or solitude

Blackbird