Move Into a Brand New Light!


I noticed Mr. C molting recently, his magnificent red plumage looking grey and scruffy as the feathers prepare to fall out. Soon he will grow a whole new set of feathers for winter so he will look his best in my winter photos against the snow.

Sometimes I wish I could shed my feathers and grow a new set, too. Or I wish I could be like a snake and shed my old skin and emerge with a fresh new one. Younger and slimmer might be nice, too. Oh well, can't  have everything!


A cardinal does a feather purge
As summer comes to a close,
Soon new feathers will emerge
Mr. C will be ready to pose,

How I wish that I could molt like birds
To become a brand new me,
But maybe I can shed some words
In that way I’ll be free,

Words like I can’t or I’m too old
I’m too stupid and slow,
Words like these just leave me cold
These words have got to go!

Shed the words and do a purge
Move into a brand new light,
Allow the new me to emerge
Positive, happy and bright!

Comments

  1. Battered HopeSeptember 6, 2015 at 9:22 AM

    WOW -- this hit me where I needed it. I am finally learning that at this stage in life. Beliving in yourself can be challenging but rewarding.

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  2. Debbie D. September 6, 2015 at 10:35 AM

    A well-timed reminder. Thanks, Cathy! ☺ Love the Cardinal analogy.

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  3. Shilpa GargSeptember 6, 2015 at 2:02 PM

    Loved the positivity that is so inspiring. Thanks for sharing, Cathy!

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  4. SuzySeptember 7, 2015 at 12:07 AM

    Words like I can’t or I’m too old I’m too stupid and slow, Words like these just leave me cold These words have got to go! Nice one - these words leave me cold too.

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  5. AditiSeptember 7, 2015 at 3:33 AM

    What a beautiful thought! Shed words to be free... :) don't we all do that at times.

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  6. Boisterous BeeSeptember 8, 2015 at 2:23 AM

    I loved how played with words, with the image and the amount of positivity that is flowing from the beautiful poem!!

    Cheers

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  7. UnknownSeptember 8, 2015 at 6:05 AM

    Yes! And YES! My friend, positive happy and bright! Always:-) Free like a bird, thats what Im thinking.-) Lovely!

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  8. Shilpa GupteSeptember 9, 2015 at 10:35 AM

    Oh, wow! Cat! Exactly what I have been thinking of doing since some time now....<3

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