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Tag Archives: song
Solstice Song
The light? It never dies, you know, But rather takes a break From shining in your happy home For all your happy sakes. When you’re in darkness, then the sun Warms someone else’s place, And still you see the world … Continue reading
Little Song for the Most Recent Republican Debate
One of you proclaims that we must Ship five million back to…where? While another whinges loudly About time: “Where is MY share?” Yet another argues that we Must be mightiest on earth, And you all think that life is sacred … Continue reading
Finding a Voice
I wasn’t born without a voice, you know; I once had joy and anger, song and more. In fact, it took them many years to show Me how to stuff them to a tiny core. Those silenced voices claimed my … Continue reading
Song for the Turn of the Season
Soon we come to Samhain night’s Darkened sun and meager light, Birds of Summer taking flight Seeking warmth in climates bright. We acknowledge harvest’s end, Thank the Earth for all she sent, Store it well so we forfend Hunger as … Continue reading
The Garden Witch Sings to Autumn
In the month of giant bumbles, Throw a scarf over thy head Lest the lavender doth draw them And in thy hair they make their bed! Hawks and handsaws, in this season, Fly together overhead; Whether north winds blow or … Continue reading
Birdish Song for Summertide
Crows forged of obsidian Sparrows carved from oak Juncos dark and titmice light But both made out of smoke– Goldfinches made of, well, gold Cardinals of blood – All these wash over our home Like an avian flood. Hummingbirds buzz … Continue reading
Song for Understanding
Racing stripes on chipmunks? Lobster bibs on birds? Misinterpret what you will, But don’t mis-take my words. I once lost a sister For way more than just time. Because of words misunderstood, Our poem went out of rhyme. So, see … Continue reading
Song Written on Way Too Little Sleep
(please read with a drumbeat sounding in your head) Crow-Queen calls from Hemlock Castle Up against the bright blue sky. Seagulls like hallucinations Between her and bright clouds fly. Here below her Chipmunk Children Pack striped faces full of seed, … Continue reading
Swan Song of the Linguistic Curmudgeon
Thought’s reduced and so is meaning To the simplest common terms In expressions dullard-leaning: “Because feels” should make us squirm. Even “doing science” is annoying: What exactly does that tell? Just so does thought hide behind cloying “All the feels” … Continue reading
Little Song for Little People
Now come with me, my little one – It’s time to go and see the sun. Those small, sweet sounds that you have heard Outside your window are songbirds. They’re calling us to come outside And see the lovely morningtide, … Continue reading