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Return to the River
114 words“Osprey,” I said in my thoughts. “I’d like to see you again. Where are you, Osprey?” And at that moment the osprey flew off the river-wind and into a maple tree. Without stopping, or even slowing, she tore off a branch and fastened it in her talons. “For her nest,” I thought. “I’ll see where…
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The Sun Bird
203 wordsI sat by the water, among the ducks and the geese. The stream, milky and deep, sifted into the river. I watched the reflections of newly unfurled cottonwood trees get caught in its currents. As I turned my head, an osprey poured forth from the sun, its wings a mask, patterned and finely painted. Twice her…
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The Robin’s Reflection
62 wordsThe robin flies into the window because glass does not shine like water; and there is another bird there, flat and strange and shimmering. This is the robin’s land of damp creeksides and there’s the nest among the maple towers, so he sings a song, beautiful and weaved of trills, and the sun moves along with his notes, until at…
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Spring Is An Ever-Moving Process
236 wordsWe live among constant change, and we only notice it when we’ve been away. After two weeks abroad, I return home to find that the first crescents of spring have, well—blossomed. The osoberry, the first bush to sleep and to awake, is draped in full regalia. The creekside is speckled through with waterleaf, one of…
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