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 lion
in plain sight.
I feel so much,
yet 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.