Monday, October 5, 2020

One Trumpeter Swan

                                ... calling only once, a lone trumpeter swan flies over my house, my garden

                        ... this small patch of black eyed susans where I stand looking up at the sky




Image by Loui Jover

4 comments:

  1. A lone swan is always a bit sad to me.
    Fall is here. :)

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    1. Swans have often brought me messages, affirmation. This one seemed hopeful, Oneness the message. :)

      Happy fall, Rita.

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  2. Beautiful poem! I have sometimes wondered if swans ever feel alone. Their brains are small but hardwired by natural instinct in direct contact with birds back to the Cretaceous period --Mesozoic Era and beyond.

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    1. Thank you. Geo. I wonder that, too. I've seen five together before and felt grateful the lone one had companionship. This is the only time I've seen one flying over, all alone. At first I thought of it as an acknowledgement or affirmation but now I'm wondering if it wasn't more of a mirror ...

      I love the connection that's been made between dinosaurs and birds ...

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