Speak to me,
Hushed and whispered tones
Language that I long to hear
Unlock the secrets of my heart
With voices coming forth
From the trees.
Witchety, witchety, witchety
Sweet, sweet, sweet, I'm so sweet
Teach me subtle nuance
Translate each refrain
Unravel the mysteries
Of the morning chorus
My window is propped open
Against the darkened sky
Awaiting the morning throng
That greets each new day.
Speak to me-
CB Harner
The birders flocked
A curious covey
Pointing, arching
to see... the birds
The hue and cry
Bubbling,
Babbling of numbers
"A Black-throated Green!"
The forest floor yielded
Ephemeral beauties
Dew-dampened flowers:
Unspoken, untouched
The listless lake
Softly lapped
Hypnotic and whispering
Not on the list-
Nature's art gallery is open
Admire not only winged delights
But small part of masterpiece-
See and sense it all.
CB Harner
Alike, Unlike
Cardinal, Junco, Sparrow
Do they look alike to you?
So similar- all feathered
All winged, they fly-
Sharp beak,
Clawed grip
Seed loving,
Hawk fearing
And yet unlike
In color and size
A vast difference
To their own kind
Are we not the same?
Unlike, Alike
As human kind.
CB Harner