Listening In & Missing You

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Listening In

Here

Where I am now

There is soft chirping

From small birds

Unseen

Out my open window

I listen to them

Hear their conversations

Like the ebb and flow

Of human voices

Around a dinner table

It feels somewhat like

I am eavesdropping

On their privacy

But I do not understand

Their language

Have no idea

What is being discussed

So what can it matter

Anyway                              –2013

 

Missing You

It is in another time

Another place

I hear mocking birds

Sing

As they claim their territories

In the mating months

Of February and March

Our Southern California spring

 

Each bird owns their own

Repertoire

Of rhythm     trills     melodies

Culled from the sounds

Of other birds

Their songs resonating like bells

From hillsides around my house

 

Oh

I remember wonderment

Remember my joy

To hear a mocking bird

Singing

In the silence of midnight

Moon music     I call it

A lullaby into sleep                         –2013-2014

 

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2 thoughts on “Listening In & Missing You

  • December 31, 2014 at 5:10 am
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    Wendy, my sweet friend, your simple words give me chills & touch my heart. I am blessed, on this cold & rainy day, to know you & to call you my friend. Warmth & Love, sari xxoo

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  • January 13, 2015 at 5:03 am
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    Beautiful poems, Mom!
    I can hear the birds as I’m reading!

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