Like a Nuthatch




What wouldn’t you give
for that peanutty feast –
something of your shyness
at the very least?

For you have valor,
obvious in your stance,
blue-gray caped crusader
eyes fixed in a glance.

Long-billed and short-tailed,
you observe from your perch,
impatient for my hand
to shorten your search.

While head over ‘heels’
you see nothing absurd
in making a descent
to reach what’s preferred.

And then there are times
you also move sideways
with strong toes and claws that
gravity obeys.

Your voice is distinct,
tiny horns on the wind,
red-breast hardly counting
your breaths out and in.

You have a technique
that seems topsy-turvy
but finds more delights than
others more nervy.

Tapping each crevice
you find grubs and insects
that many high climbers
routinely do miss.

Despite your short wings
you lift off with some pluck
to prove, after all, you
know which way is up.



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A Valentine: Chasing the Butterfly

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Love
like a butterfly
trusts
the heart in
her wings,

 

only the clover
a
nd
the sky
-not an end-
in sight.

 


 

Writing note: After I put this post together,  I was looking at my Sister Wendy Beckett ‘Meditations on Love’  book and came upon her interpretation of the Gainsborough painting (of his two young daughters), ‘Chasing the Butterfly’.

 

Here is some of her reflection:

‘We have to allow those dear to us to chase the butterfly, however convinced we are that it is uncatchable. We can never give the butterfly of happiness to another; each must catch it alone. For some, it will be ever elusive…’

 

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