A strange day, windy and warm
Trees bending and swaying
Our doors slamming up and down the stairs.
No storm. Just a wind, wailing until
A bird came and sat on the deck railing
He sang a song so loud and clear
We thought it was a computer, maybe a phone
Too loud to be real.
But it didn’t stop.
Irregular the song and ever louder he called until
I rose and went to see where the music began.
There he was. A tiny wren on the railing.
From his open throat, a song trilled pure and clear
He such a tiny thing. Feathers, beak and a big voice
Yet so loud the wind could not match him.
That was my day. Today.
Come back tomorrow songbird.
Come back to sing again.
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Categories: birds, lyrics, Marilyn Armstrong, Music, Nature, poem
a poem as lovely as the song, I am sure.
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Gotta love those Carolina wrens.
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That sounds like the little bird that came to sing for me on our windowsill. It was so moving I had to seek it out.
Leslie
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I don’t know birds you have. We get Carolina wrens here in winter and they are very loud! Hard to believe a bird so small can sing so loud 🙂
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and so joyously….
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A post of incredible beauty, joy and warmth. I hope for you that this tiny star-singer will be back with more of his/her charm. What a joy!
And finally this gives me a chance to express MY joy over your autumnal banner, I didn’t have the leisure to read or comment but every time, the banner flashes on my screen, I’m deeply enchanted. Thank You!
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So far, they show up every winter.
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