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Kathryn Daszkiewicz
THE RIGHT WORDS
THE RIGHT WORDS
THE RIGHT WORDS
After months in the far norththey return, like snow buntings,
in a blizzard of wings. I did not
think they could thrive in icy climes
but here they are, searching the wrackline
for drifted seed. When they turned pale,
fell between a rock
and a barren place, they lay
deep in a corrie in a nest lined
with sheep’s wool, fur
from a mountain hare.
And down from a ptarmigan
conferring resilience
its chameleon gift.
© 2008, Kathryn Daszkiewicz
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
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THE RIGHT WORDS
After months in the far norththey return, like snow buntings,
in a blizzard of wings. I did not
think they could thrive in icy climes
but here they are, searching the wrackline
for drifted seed. When they turned pale,
fell between a rock
and a barren place, they lay
deep in a corrie in a nest lined
with sheep’s wool, fur
from a mountain hare.
And down from a ptarmigan
conferring resilience
its chameleon gift.
THE RIGHT WORDS
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