Birdsong

A lone birdsong
sung in the gentle rain
on red branches bare
on a gray day at the lake.

As she walked in her mind
and passing by, stopped
heard its chittering talk

and waited
for the singer to show —

hidden itself, but its voice,
its voice, oh…its voice,
revealed hope
in a winter devoid.

Onward she strolled
along battered shores
in the shattered chasm
of her heart,

and faintly there, an echo
of a song by a lone bird,
— its wings flying —
sung.

~ Em C.

2.15.17

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “Birdsong

Speak Your Heart...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s