Songbirds (new song)by Tim Kavi
My little songbirds
Fly back to us, every corner and tree,
for we are tired of sad songs.
We long for you to let us be
Yet we await your sacred word
As the flowered gardens
are watered all over the world.
Is there a finish to the whispering whirl
By the sweetest songs ever heard
We are like they are
stretching towards the light.
Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life
Winter has come and gone
no stories to tell
there is the beckoning herald
no friends do greet you, you flew here alone
the red robin is coming
the whip-poor-will
the blue jay and cardinal
do mock the crow's song
until we sing no song alone
roosting on hearths near home
there is a nesting brood
yet not all is at is seems
to celebrate Spring song
and Summer song's shrill
there is only the triumph
of my own song to be sung
chasing the currents to new heights
of glorified destiny
canvas unfurled
I long to fly with you
where you have already gone
to warmer climes
no time to dwell on unhappy songs.
artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.
yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK
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