Congregation

The warble, round like the earth and its sky, land colors of flour- soft feathers, sits with its peers. The blue hills, a sea-tinted mountainous shape against Spring's sun-lit edge is a harbor for the winged creatures, amongst a budding tree, windy caress of grass, the sandy dirt of foot- prints. A stream gushes downwards, its silver drops crest into waves, the multi- tinctures of the stones under the silken glassiness are a congregation. The bird flies away.