The wind rustles through the
cypress trees, while the sparrows
perch like Christmas ornaments
and harmonize in the waning light.
It’s chilly, but I sit and shiver,
grateful for the symphony,
the resin lion in plain sight.
I feel so much, yet it’s never enough.
I wonder what they’re doing
and wait.
Your poem eloquently expressed music as the universal language. I understand why my mother, grandmother, and late sister(-in-law) Carol listened intently to birds singing. Teri, thank you for your gentle reminders of Life’s joys.
Oh, Kathy K, my backyard Leyland Cypress trees are so full of birds that some of my friends get creeped out, LOL. But those birds give me incredible joy. The best is when I take my iPod outside and play classical music to them. At first, they are very quiet, and then they all break into song, which delights me every time.