Rare as hens’ teeth, so they say,
the bird I saw the other day;
barely known, less often, seen,
and in the spaces in between,
not found but once, then flown away–
But rarer still, and here’s the thing:
that I should see it on the wing
and landing, perching in a tree
that most folk living never see,
abloom in Fall, as it were Spring–
For what I’ve learned is that this kind
of special magic that I find
can only happen if the heart
is open to the sort of art
where things are made so in my mind.
Or, as happened here last year, the rhododendron DOES bloom in fall, and promptly dies in the spring…A Harbinger of (Botanical) Doom?
I like your imagined one much better 🙂
Old Ma Nature sure does keep the surprises coming! If we add a bit of the fantastical to her hijinks, the possibilities are endless. Hopefully not so much in the doomy sense as in potentially wonderful stuff! 😉
Honestly I really love this artwork
Thank you, Raymund! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
Oooh, gave me chills with its loveliness, Kathryn! You are amazingly and gentily creative and articulate. XO
Diane, my sweet, if I had the wit about me I would have written this precise thing to you any number of times. I do like it here in our mutual admiration society!
Such a dear bird of KI’s exceptional, artful imagination…
It’s a funny little creature and just appeared under my pencil point. As they tend to do, it seems. 🙂
“Under the pencil point”– a most likable phrase…