The landscape is fully laden now with
the open leaves of spring
buds abound - hues shift
into the cacophony of early summer days
high on a leafless branch
far from my reach
sits one black bird singing
listen listen, I silence
the random ringings
listen listen
my love is near-says she
listen listen
her song spills beauty into the air
I shade my eyes, cock my head
search the branches for the
musician I cannot touch
the singer tilts her beak toward
cumulus clouds-
trilling trilling
the park is empty
save for squirrels foraging,
amongst pods floating from trees.
a time of innocence remembered
surfaces - summers long buried
converge with those yet to be.
one black bird sings of longing - longing
harmonic notes rise to envelope
seekers in the wood.
Linda Joy Burke
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1 comment:
You have a very impressive blog, and I can envision you speaking every word on here because I heard you lecture at the expo on Friday. I wanted to compliment you on your ability to make anyone see a different side to anything. Also, you have a wonderful presence that allows you to brighten even the dullest room. Thank you for being at the expo, Ms. Burke! You are an inspiration to me and many others, I am sure of it.
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