Late: A Songbird in November
Late: A Songbird in November …all the imaginings, sweet god, the many arms the mind, the many mindedness of the spirit of descending upon itself, making a fullness that seeks entrance and when entrance is found unable-like water driven up from below-to resist the opening, and so it shoots out, a blossoming of sparrows gone mad, making a blessing. . . The Sparrow’s Gate Brigit Pegeen Kelly I’ve thought about it off and on through the years, how it may have been simply a new late spring song bird on her tail end of her first migration and was late getting the news and waking cold enough that morning for it to be quite a rough way to start the day. And to meet the end of it, flying like she was, from west to east an