the old birdhouse was stuffed with sticks and feathers
at first glance she thought it was a dried milkweed pod
how fragile
this baby wren
she gently cradled him in her hands
and placed him on a branch
where he had room to spread his tiny wings
and fly home
stopped by for a visit
seems an appropriate end
to the month of January
“I’m jealous of nature. It just expresses itself without judgment, the comparison with others, worry or complaints. And because of this very fact, it heals us in ways we can’t even imagine.”
“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.”
― Cynthia Rylant
for warmer days
Sometimes what we learn and who we become in the process of waiting is even more important than what we’re waiting for.
~ unknown
