I’m not flying south for the whole winter,
not disappearing from the groves and fields completely.
Hunkering down perhaps,
ruffling my feathers in the cool fall breezes
and settling deeper inside myself for a bit,
to a place where there are fewer words.
Not sulking, not anxious, not despairing,
just settling, shifting the patterns,
changing up the rhythms a bit.
I’ll see you back here again
when I have had a chance
to find a new rhythm,
to identify new patterns.
I’ll draw and sing,
write my secret poems,
gather dreams and images,
stories and feathers.
As always, I’ll be holding my part of the web,
feeling the tension and tug as you do your work
on your own part of the web.
I’ll trust that you are there,
and you can know I will be here,
and I will return, soon enough,
when the winds blow me back again.
Meanwhile, Walk in Beauty!