The music of birds gathers
in the minglings of sky and trees.
Voices weave separate paths that cross
each other and echo into themselves.
Who arranges the sequences
into song, the patterns into stories?
Who maps the contingent journey
of roots and branches?
Who casts the landscape into wings
that lift spirit into light?
I’ve been wanting to try a cadralor, and Bjorn at dVerse gave me a push by suggesting the form in his prompt. I’ve also been worrying a poem for earthweal, where Sherry asked us to look for “moments of collateral beauty“. Having a specific form to work with helped me to organize my thoughts.
I know: birds again. Yes.
The stitching was inspired by the art of Joan Mitchell, as was all the art I did for NaPoWriMo 18. It seems a lifetime ago now.