Incessant rain. A chitter of goldfinches halfway through their molt: part green, part yellow, like spicebush or forsythia in reverse.
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Incessant rain. A chitter of goldfinches halfway through their molt: part green, part yellow, like spicebush or forsythia in reverse.
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http://koshtra.blogspot.com/2011/04/natural-history.html As I revised the goldfinches and the forsythia came out, and our sighting of things in the Columbia river came in. But the rain stayed.
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Letter to Leaving or Staying
Dear heart, the rain dresses all
in changeling colors: leaves that molt–
part celadon, part yellow– then turn pewter
where they drift on water and water reflects them
back as shimmer. New leaves, parchment-thin:
they’ve shaken off their flimsy tethers; and it’s not
even the season for leaving. Everything is just
beginning. Or beginning again. Every day,
the air thickens with shadow, with shape, with
odor. My hands bear the smells of mint, the stains
of verbena. The skin on my back remembers
when last it was touched. Sometimes I teach it
to grow colder. Sometimes even the smallest
flush of color reverses, like a wayward fever.
~ Luisa A. Igloria
04 13 2011
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