Red bird came all winter
firing up the landscape
as nothing else could.
Of course I love the sparrows,
those dun-coloured darlings,
so hungry and so many.
I am a God-fearing feeder of birds,
I know He has many children,
not all of them bold in spirit.
Still, for whatever reason -
perhaps because the winter is so long
and the sky so black-blue,
or perhaps because the heart narrows
as often as it opens -
I am grateful
that red bird comes all winter
firing up the landscape
as nothing else can do.
(Mary Oliver, Red Bird, p.1, Bloodaxe Books 2008)
