Weathering

by Rebecca Leet


Not even hunger
brings them to a feeder
swinging wildly        bobbing
like a buoy storm-tossed
on waves of the Chesapeake.

No mourning dove
no purple finch
no chickadee.

They wait someplace safe
for the gale to calm.

The feeder dangles from a white pine 
whose thinner branches
bounce          twist    flip
acquiescing

until winds are spent
routine returns.

At the window,
cloistered alone
against rampant pandemic,
I take notes    on weathering
what I cannot control.



Rebecca Leet lives across the Potomac River from Washington DC., where life is rarely quiet. She finds calm along the river or heading to the Atlantic shore to commune with the ocean. She has been published in a dozen print and on-line journals and her maiden book of poetry, Living With the Doors Wide Open, was published in 2018. Varada J.M is a 9th-grader based in Kerala’s Koyilandi, studying at Rani Public School, Vadakara. After hurriedly doing homework, Varada divides her time between practicing classical dance and watching horror films. She loves dogs but nobody at home wants one.    

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