goldfinch this morning
sits on desert marigold
On my walk this morning the birds were singing from all directions. The doves from over head on the power lines, the quail on the ground, the finches, sparrows and wrens were flying over--a lot of bird gossip was going on. It even sounded like a landlord and a tenant were having a discussion over the nest in the saguaro. A finch landed on the marigold in front of me and it struck me how they are both the same color of gold. The plant provided camouflage for the bird. This only took a few moments before the bird flew off, but it was a lovely sight and made me happy to see it.
I started to think about the settings we put ourselves into. They can protect us and keep us safe, and they can expose us, let us shine and stand out. Which setting are you in today? Can you write a poem about your setting? Have fun writing.