A Cherry Tree Litany

I feel the warmth of early morning sun. The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree Entrances all with matins just begun – Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody. The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird From eyes that would discern this source of joy. Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard, His mate to charm; his rivals to annoy. Charmer of worms, I see your yellow beak Now opening to disgorge divine enchantment To humans, who the charms of Nature seek, In troubled times, for solace and contentment. Your pastoral serenade surrounds me all day long; The sun is sinking fast, and so, to evensong.