Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Majesty of Birds


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

Flight aroused,
         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.

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