Hark the symphony!

Robins - finches - juncos - jays

Take solos in turn

 

 Quiet and charming

Through the meadow runs the brook

As she through his life

 My beautiful bloom

How soon you are summer’s fruit 

Full swollen and sweet

 Winter light at noon

With teacups and currant jam

The cat on the sill

There are better ways

 To keep the lions away

Than hiding in fear

 Each considered step

I am old for a reason

And see more slowly

 A treetop refrain

Chirp chirp it repeats chirp chirp

 The merry towhee

 Years accumulate 

What I have learned from the earth

Death and renewal

Loamy detritus

Fertile realm of flies and worms

Bountiful compost

 Something small happened

Something scarcely regarded 

But now I am changed

Some have never known

 To live without the sirens

The balm of quiet

The faint flaxen sky

Becomes a scarlet brocade

Morning is adorned

Headstone of rubble

Interred under hate’s disgrace

Unforgotten child