How can I tell you?
The particular and exact
sounds and song
of the nuthatch
culling wild cherries
from the half-dead tree
draws me to sunlight
when I am alone.

These beauties are unfixed
until you share them
your imagination a necessary part
of the song of the wren.

Yesterday you said “Pidgeon”
as you watched six mourning doves
confused, look for a foothold
and today a pidgeon came
to wander the garden.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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