Mother, a green woodpecker
floated to the ground today
with grace and poise
before plucking the soil
with its ebony beak, and I thought
you would like to know
how much simpler life has become,
how quiet the weekends are
that I notice a bird I’ve never seen before,
and watch it for longer than ten minutes.
I thought you would like to know
winter is dawning yet life is still thriving
and the springtime defiance
always makes me think of you.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019