It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tune
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in. - Pablo Neruda
I had no more alphabet
that the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen. - Pablo Neruda
feathered in wisdom
of water and skies.
An osprey soars
alert to a shimmer and swish of tail,
talons extend for a meal.
Birds reveal the day's marvels to encourage us to stop and breathe in their majesty.