What divine sound I hear
at the tail-end of twilight!
Ah yes, 'tis the sweetest music...
to my ears; adding sawdusts
of beauty
to this young dawn!
A waking world, left joyously seduced,
in rapt attention as a tufted titmouse
tweets its honey-coated fairytale
Greetings to you, too, little bird...
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode (Winner: 4th Place)
Date written and submitted: 10/08/2019
April wind, my dear friend
I cannot find solace
Without you
Invade my solitude
Stay awhile and let me feel you
On my mind, body, and soul
Bear testimony to the lingering ache
Still swirling deep in my heart
Take it with you
Blow off sawdusts of recurring pain
All traces and hues of it
Whisper a soothing symphony
Whistle it softly into my ear
To lift this melancholy veil
To make this grief wound of mine
That is fresh and still bleeds
Close sooner than later
Date written and posted: 04/09/2017
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