Monday, May 9, 2011

This poem is for the birds

The circumlocutory ornithologist
Transcribes the song of birds
In early morning mist.

Splintery notes of springtime, thinner than twigs,
Than the stems of leaves --

Delicate chips and skips of sound,
Crisp brisk wisps of music.
Wakeful wit!

Stitching whistles. Jittery flits.
Sibilant whispers, riskiest vigilance.

Young things with wings
Peskily gossip in a mixed snit.

Listen quickly. Don't miss.
This. And this. This and this.
How the slender ribbons twist,
Wind-tipped, chill-blessed, light-kissed, swift.


  1. I LOVE this!!!! It captures the sounds and the joy of early morning birdsong beautifullyl!


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