Like quail before a rain, like deer
we gather in the granite brush
that yet survives the times and us—

around a fire. Lift a water glass
to the first ones here, a jam jar to
the pioneers that spawned this bond

of swirling smoke we nose at dawn
within our clothes and grin, trying:

                               to remember when
we loved life, or one another more.


8 responses to “BIRDS OF A FEATHER

  1. My sentiments too! Have a good one, new year too. Watch out for a pingback 😉 😊

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  3. Lifting a glass to those that spawned and to your love of where you are today. Hugs to you and Robbin.

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  4. Wonderful thoughts John–Merry Christmas and a Happier 2017 for all of us!

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