Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Birdsong

A spring breeze blows
And birds are singing
And I remember
So many mornings
Spent like this.
With the chorus
Of birds and all their
Distinct voices
Calling to each other
And calling to us.
From so far off -
Yet not as great
A distance
As I once perceived -
I hear you
In the birdsong
And in the silence
Calling to me.

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