For the Love of Birds
The cacophony heightens my spirit.
The sounds imprint my morning senses.
Today is bountiful with sizes, shapes, and hues.
I gaze across the garden and hear the colors
As if the birds were flowers, swinging on the vine.
For the love of birds, I share my morning hours
On the deck with tea in hand and journal nearby.
Not all days is the symphony so clear,
And never is it the same.
Blessed am I to be invited to the Conductor’s live performances.
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