The Intimacy of Birdsong Before the Sunrise
The way the sounds take shape
sliding through your window
like exclamation marks that
land on your cheeks – kisses
from another dimension you
feel in your bones but can’t
explain in words because birdsong
is the language of eternity of hope
The tender trills and deep-throated
warbles lift the sun like a conductor’s
baton tapping the horizon of
another day…this one better than
the one before or worse – the
Unknowing flits on feathered wings
a melody of pure bliss we miss or
we remember – either way it is there
alive
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
love this! spring is coming!
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Beautiful poem Vanessa! Yes,”we miss ,or we remember “. So true! Looking forward to your reading at WYC!
Sing in the rain today! I will too! Mary Ann
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I often walk before the sun rises. The birds are my constant, beautiful companion 🙂
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing! Happy walking!
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