Flight

At the Shore
Originally uploaded by jhhymas

Lately in this blog, too much memory and not quite enough poetry.
So here is one for this season.

Human, Avian, Vegetable, Blood

Today, three days before Christmas
I had planned to cut some berries
From the toyon bush in the yard.
For three years it has not done well.
This is the first year it produced
A decent crop. But this morning
A flock of thirty migrating
Robins appeared. And before noon
Every berry had been eaten.
This year we will buy our foliage
As usual. And the symbols
Of incarnate flesh we tended
All year will be flying, mingled
With pale hot bird blood, high over
The barren Mexican mountains.

by Kenneth Rexroth