Golden Sparrow 

Recently we have had cold blustery days. At the cemetery up the hill, the wind sweeps through the grave-stones and shakes the black-berry vines and brambles on the other side of the road. Yesterday the setting sun broke through the dark rain clouds and briefly washed the hillside in golden light. Hopping around in the blackberry-vines were a few golden-crowned sparrows. They were rather non-descript except for a bright blaze of yellow framed in black. But for a moment a humble sparrow was twice-crowned with gold in the sun’s last rays–a  gift of glory on a wintry day.

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About Mark

I live in Myrtle Point, Oregon with my wife Teckla and am the father of four boys. Currently I teach writing and literature at Southwest Oregon Community College. I am a graduate of Myrtle Point High School, Northwest Nazarene College, and have a Masters in English from Washington State University.
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