In the south field are
Thrush, meadowlark,
Killdeer and dove.
My ears hear them:
Quail, sparrow, crow,
Mockingbird and me.
The mind can see the
Form in sounds and
Find itself waiting
To be found, in dense
Riparian, clouds, but
Where, how far?
The question --ah!
There we are.
This is lovely, Geo. I have so many birds in the woods and creek that border my home and I am always trying to put the song with the species. It is nice to have time on my hands to enjoy the simple wonders that surround me.
ReplyDeleteArleen-- Thanks! The land is always teaching itself to us. Good thing, too!
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