NPD Anthology 2002


Common Miracles
by Barbara Philips

on the garden path are seeds
the blue jay has just been here
too big for the feeder he is messy
mourning doves happily pick up after him
he has chased away sparrows and squirrels
nuisances who ambush the doves
a branch captures me
I look down to disengage
from the rambling rose
she is at it again
thorny rebel refusing to be bound
lying at my feet is a feather
nib towards me
sun plays along its long redbrown edges
dropped by the hawk it is an invitation
in my hand unexpected weight
in my head words spill