”The Archers” (A blessing for the last day of the year.)


The finches indulge in sweet gluttony
at the feeders this morning.
Their tawny and golden breasts
are puffed up against freezing air –
giving them the appearance of innocence and soft feathery sea foam against a dazzling blue sky.

From my spot, behind the kitchen window, I know they are not so dainty as their small fluttering hearts would have us believe.

Each determined movement
belies a seasoned winged-archer’s purpose: To perch, take aim with arrow sharp beak and perfectly strike the gold of seeds and sweet suet.

They pause only to sing, and then draw back their bow-like feathered forms again.

Here is the stuff
that survival is built on:
the courage to fly into each cold morning;
the grace to live in humble beauty;
the singular will to breathe and be,
and the instinct and desire to do it over and over and over –
because that’s how we move forward in time.

~ martha lee phelps (r.2017)

About Martha Phelps Studio ~ creative on purpose

...a meandering journal of a changing life and the unexpected graces it brings. Earlier posts may provide some history, but this series of writings aren't likely to follow a straight line as I explore topics such as raising kids, making choices, self discovery, the impact of change on a family and how to (hopefully) live with balance and purpose. www.marthaphelps.com
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