The Northern Cardinal is our state bird here in Kentucky, as well as seven other states. It was also a frequent subject of my late grandfather’s paintings. Common folklore, is that a redbird is the spirit of a deceased loved one coming to visit. Although the birds are quite common, an excitement still surrounds their appearance. Maybe, it’s because we secretly hope a spirit thrives within them.
Cardinals can be aggressive and bold. It is not uncommon that they will attack their own reflections. I have watched them countless times, charge into the rearview mirror of a parked car behind the house, relentlessly. I have also witnessed one peck voraciously at a windowpane.
I often think about my grandfather when I see a Cardinal. Due in fact to the folklore I mentioned before, and in reminiscence to his artwork. It is nice to have a reminder of him, as I have wonderful memories of the time I spent with my grandparents as a child. My grandfather was also a writer. He kept his poems in a notebook, and sometimes my grandma would pull it out and read some of them to me. A lot of them were love poems he had written for her, and some were little poems he wrote about watching his grandchildren grow up, his spirituality. I would give anything to be able to crack open the book and read from it. I guess I’ll just peck at the windowpane of sentiment instead.
A flash of crimson darts across the windowpane,
A flicker of wings – then a landing,
Tiny feet wrapped around a shaking limb,
The breeze rustling the tiniest tufts of feathers.
My eyes are drawn to the brilliant red,
Stark against the natural scene,
I watch from inside,
Sneaking closer to the window.
Tame watching wild,
A quiet privilege,
But you are never close enough,
Which always spoils your cover.
Amber Stone is a creative cloud floating across a sea of possibilities. She is waiting and working for the friction. Waiting and working for the friction to build, so a bolt of genius can strike and smolder into something brilliant. She is an aspiring everything. She wants to try it all, taste it all, and feel it all. She wants to drink up every ounce of life like a thirsty desert-quenched, lost soul. Even if that means working more jobs in one lifetime than three people put together.
But really, she is an aspiring artist, musician and writer, currently employed as a Field Technician working out of Louisville, Kentucky, where she was born and raised. She recently wandered back home from Grand Junction, Colorado where she resided for 3 years; working in an orchard handpicking (and eating A LOT of) fruit, training grapes and pruning an English rose garden at Varaison Vineyards, teaching in a Montessori Preschool, venturing the Mars-like terrain of the Utah landscape, working as an Environmental Field Technician, and serving the community as a Library Assistant.
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