While Birds still sing….
While Birds still sing….
Early evening, sun still high,
porch hammock wraps my body and I
watch a patch of NM sky.
clouds slowly gather
with no promise of rain
a gentle breeze cools the air
cottonwood glorious big yellow green leaves dance
and sparkle.
children’s voices echo down the street.
swaying with an inner rhythm
i start counting birds.
two large ravens dart across the sky
to a hidden nest or in search for better food?
a robins’ chirp and song hidden in some
far off tree,
sparrows and other small birds
darting east as if riding on invisble
waves.
None stop in the yard,
other’s songs continue
i return to childhood
where flying friends were abundant
hundreds and thousands
scouring the skies
sun memories are long past
as well as the gathering of massve flocks.
Will the robins visit the yard again soon?
while birds sing
i am grateful for early evening night sky.
By Mary MacIntyre 5/08
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