There’s Something To Be Said For Messiness

Small brown birds gather at the brush pile

in my unmanicured back yard.

Here in this disordered space

they find food, community,

and refuge from soaring hawks

and more persnickity larger birds.

Here in this disordered space

they’re free to nest and sing.

                                                      JDG

 

 

 

 

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One comment on “There’s Something To Be Said For Messiness

  1. BHW's avatar BHW says:

    I love this Joan! Makes me less critical of MY unordered space!

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