This is the time of year when the starlings flock.
I can’t help but inspire deeply and quickly
with quickened heart, and smile
when they are wakening in the morning,
firing from their eaves
or whatever lodgings they’d been hiding in,
waiting to ambush our very existence at first light
loudly – insistently – rousing each other and
anyone lucky enough to have an open window, able to enjoy the event with
a morning coffee.
But I love it best when
starlings flock at dusk,
when the crescent moon reclines and
the sky comes into lavender blue perfection – the hue
of periwinkles and heliotropes.
Singing, they flock and gather… a blanket of dreams o’er a cloth of day’s tales,
a thrilling signal that all should hurry
home for nightfall –
hurry home to loved ones and favorite places.
Evening, now, goodnight.
-kathleen c cooper. october 1, 2012