scintilla song

Scintillant Hummingbird by Carol Foil is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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Scintillant Hummingbird by Carol Foil is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

“Pale, then enkindled,/light/ advancing,/emblazoning/ summits of palm and pine,/the dew/lingering,/scripture of/scintillas.” – Denise Levertov, “In California:  Morning, Evening, Late January”

 

Oh, it is the tiniest of things that do not change.  The atom.  The electron.  The tiny dew on leaves in the morning.  The palest of sun rise light on a winter’s day in January in the desert.  The tap tap tap of a woodpecker on mesquite bark.  The crawling of a lady bug along the leaf of the ironwood.  The flap of a butterfly wing in the winter’s cool air as the sun hits its fragile body.  It is the tiniest of things that never change.

15 thoughts on “scintilla song

  1. Oh yes! The little things! The fact that they don’t change make them the most significant and/or the cause of the most significant in our lives. No drum roll necessary – the little things! 🙂

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