April 26, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 4/26/20

#PoetrySunday - 4/26/20


What are they saying?
What do they mean?
Is it a song of love?
A message of truth?
Or is it just the sound of pleasure at hearing their own voices
Carried on the morning air?

Crossing channels, highs and lows
Chirps and whistles
Urgent, then luxurious

From all directions
At different heights
Symphonic chaos in late spring

I’ll sit in blissful ignorance for my concert,
Rapt and still,
A gift of sound so common,
And so rare.

Good morning.