Embers

.

raising the blind

to the gloom of the world

how-so-ever dully it may shine

welcoming the green

vigour of plants

to illuminate the room

even between the tree and I

hanging mist is draped

suspended like a thought

imperceptibly – droplets in vortices

swirling in dreamtime

around the thrush’s wings

as complaining, remonstrating

with a flick of her feathers

she plucks an orange firebrand

from the glowing embers of berries

looks me in the eye – and is gone!

.

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