Saturday, February 25, 2023

song of forgetfulness

the birds who live through winter know 
how it is possible to be lonely 
buried in never ending seams of snow 
their small calls lie unanswered


stoic, they tuck distance under each wing
as if for a soft, shapeless journey 
and seeing them lets me dream of spring
begin remembering the way out


Nicole said...

This is beautiful, Maya!

Gillian said...

Spring is coming.

maya said...

Thank you, Nicole!!
And thank you, Gillian--I needed to hear that.

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