Nothing is Spectacular, Until it is

a sacred poem | featured poet 🌟

There are days when you arrive home after 
work with nothing spectacular to note and 
then there are days when you pull into 
the driveway and step out to find the bare 
branched aspen tree in the yard trembling 
with hundreds of waxwings. 

They have come to feast on serviceberries 
leftover from summer. Precise as lightning, 
they fly from the top branch of the aspen, 
disappear into the backyard, and return with 
sweet juice gushing down the backs of their
small throats. 

And then, something shifts in another realm.
Wind speaks an invisible warning, and they 
are gone into oblivion. Everything is as it once 
was. Nothing is left behind, except the smattering 
of red stains along the sidewalk.


~Poem by Ash Kilback

~image from pexels

Thank you for reading Sacred Poems from In the elements, selected poems delivered Sundays elevating the wonder and sacredness of the natural world.

Featuring my poetry and occasional guest poets.

with love & intention

Kassi