Oh to be
As light as a bird
In the fields
Of gold…
Lighter than
The wind
Dancing
Secretively,
Beneath her wings…
Lost in
The memories
Of our Land.
Tag: Bird
Day 8
In the solitude
Of our temples heart,
We wrote our names
Into the wind,
A written music
For those with wings.
The perched prayers
Flutter…begin.
The Pear and Plum Tree
There was a bird that sang to me
Beneath the pear and plum tree.
It was there for days I dreamed
As winged spirit honey weaned.
When in time I’d come for song…
Winds had then rested too long,
And summers end sent melody
South to hills of tangerine.
After a prayer for my love
I saw two birds perched on a tree’s thin branches,
Swaying, gently, in the winds enchantments.
It was after a prayer for my love…
Again, after a prayer for my love.
I saw two shadows wavering about
And then, one…and of only one I thought.
Bluebird
A little bluebird came by sound
And why it was I did not know,
But after time, talk, looking around…
I thought I thought it through.
I did not know it, but this house
Was the sort with birds about.
So it goes,that this bird throws
This thinker for a think about.
I’ve been recently interested in writing children’s poetry, so a couple days ago I was unusually in the mood to writing something happy, and this happened.
Songbirds from our Mountain
Blood whistles upon my lips
Like songbirds from our mountain
That make their seldom trips
When Western clouds surround them.
As we rush into our homes,
Crows roam a land alone,
And their song, on what war exhumes…
Until earthen clouds fall undone.
And as we weep a vulture hovers…
My eyes are closed and yours.
Teach me unlike the others…
As gossip on a summer’s doors.
I open my eyes and then I hear
The dry whisper of almond trees.
How can we stay here
Hope is little, the crows are near.
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