The Sound of Birdsong

The sparrow's songs warm my heart.

The tiny starlings quickly dart.

The blackbirds flutter, up and down.

The raven soars in a velvet gown.

The redtail hawk glides swiftly by.

Hear the scrub jay's warning cry.

Robin redbreast, in a suit so fine,

He finds some worms on which to dine.

The sound of birdsong, ringing true,

It echoes across a sky so blue.

Through the valleys, over the trees,

Each note picked up on the Humboldt breeze.

The city makes them hard to hear,

Though I discern them loud and clear.

Many children do not know

The sound of birdsong.

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Photo By Kathryn Mann

Entered also in Audubon Contest

The Wind Child

 The Lady, she dances, her feet hardly touch the ground.
Her hair, a river of glittering stardust, it twists, writhes, swirls.
Her laughter, like the ringing of bells or the singing of fairies, echos across the valley.
Her eyes shimmer a thousand colors, they reflect the sea, the earth, the trees, the very air we breathe.
She is the wind itself, forever free, she can be chained to no man's domain.
I watch her leap, moving on the breeze, no matter how sad it makes me, imagining if she would marry me.
She smiles, the sunset cannot match the brightness of her smile.
She whispers "Come with me." I take her hand and we sail up, past the clouds and into the gathering dusk.
Perhaps she loves me after all.

The Goddess

    The wind blows through the treetops,
She is coming.
    The Earth shakes beneath my feet,
She is coming.
    The Water in the stream rushes,
She is coming.
    The Fire in the valley rumbles,
She is coming.
    Something moves behind me,
"I am here."