Exact same red

I look forward to silent meeting this morning.  It has been years since I have attended such a meeting. This is a morning for unprescribed words, and perhaps, contemplating things that are not usually contemplated on a Sunday morning.

The backsplash

Is the exact same red

As the pomegranate seeds

I use as a garnish

On my breakfast cereal

This morning.

Now I will go to silent meeting,

Contemplate the meaning

Of this

And oh so much more.

So much more.

Red

Hopefully the cardinals and the starlings will learn to live together in the back bushes.  We are all part of the Cosmic series.

Red is the new front door,

The paint on the kitchen walls,

The accent color

For almost

My entire wardrobe.

Now red waits

To be ordered

In double-glazed one-inch ceramic tiles

Named for the planet Mars

In the Cosmic series.

Red are the cardinals,

Now returned to the back bushes,

Despite evacuation by the starlings

Yesterday.

The starlings are also part

Of the wider

Cosmic series,

Bits of starlight

In their feathers.

Perhaps the birds will learn

To live together

Eventually.

Hope for all of us

In the wider and widening

Cosmic series.

Beyond tile.

Starlings

It wasn*t until a couple years ago that I realized starlings were marked with stars in their feathers.  I had lumped them in with grackles and other birds of less interest.  Now they fill the back bushes, having sent the cardinals, red and flashy, packing.  Hmm.  Today the backsplash decision may be made.  I*ll believe it when  the tile is put in place.  Will it match the cardinals?  Will it be closer to the color of sparrows?  There are good reasons for both.

The starlings fill

The back bushes.

They have sent the cardinals

Packing.

I wonder about the pecking order

Among the smaller birds.

Hawks

By size,

If not by appetite

Are obviously

Winners.

But when starlings show up

Their sheer number,

The flecks of starlight

In their feathers,

Send the cardinals

Packing.