the birds are louder now
(that’s so obverse of us)
it’s our ears
are waking up
are stretching tiny bones are pecking
stretching downy wet
are stretching wings and pecking through
the eggshells of before
to lift themselves
and blinking yeses
fully nested here and fully
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Ms. Colombo — excellent selections. Thank you.
Are you an ordained person?
Brian Donst says
What a wonderful poem to come home to after a sunrise walk on a cold-fresh spring morning. Feels like coming home again to my forty-five-year-ago self discovering my brighter being through the poetry of e.e.cummings. Thank you for your delight (in) today. (And now I have to go google the meaning of “obverse”.)
Thank you for sharing this scene, beautifully painted with your words. I can see and hear it all, so much clearer now, when my ears wake up💕. Thank you for sharing your gift with us all.