Sunday, December 4, 2011

Red Bird

Red Bird, oil on canvas, 18 x 18 inches, © 2011 Diane McGregor


Red Bird

Red bird came all winter
firing up the landscape
as nothing else could.

Of course I love the sparrows,
those dun-colored darlings,
so hungry and so many.

I am a God-fearing feeder of birds.
I know He has many children,
not all of them bold in spirit.

Still, for whatever reason --
perhaps because the winter is so long
and the sky so black-blue,

or perhaps because the heart narrows
as often as it opens --
I am grateful

that red bird comes all winter
firing up the landscape
as nothing else can do.


~ Mary Oliver ~


4 comments:

slowmuse said...

Both painting and poem bring me to stillness. Thank you for this Diane.

Diane McGregor said...

Thank you for reading, Deborah. Right now there is about 8 inches of pure white snow settled over the desert landscape surrounding me - nothing could be more peaceful.

Stephanie Hoff Clayton said...

Both your painting and Mary Oliver's poem added peace to my morning.
The red spot offers the eye a place to rest, providing a focal point and an element of surprise. I love this painting, Diane.

Diane McGregor said...

Thanks so much for your comment, Stephanie!