A cardinal, the very essence of red, stabs
the hedgerow with his piercing notes;
a chickadee adds three short beats,
part of the percussion section, and a white-
throated sparrow moves the melody along…
And today, the sun, waiting for its cue,
comes out from the clouds for a short sweet
solo, then sits back down, rests between turns.
On the other side of the world, night’s black
bass fiddle rosins its bow, draws it over
the strings, resonates with the breath
of sleepers, animal, vegetable, human.
All the world breathes in, breathes out.
It hums, it throbs, it improvises. So many voices.
Only one song.
~ Barbara Crooker, from “One Song. After Rumi” in Line Dance
Photo credit: via your eyes blaze out. Poem: Beyond the Fields We Know
How I love this! A keeper and one to share over and over. No music as compelling, as alluring or as magical as that composed without sheet music and intent.
Mimi, you ´stole´ My word ALLURING, a word of which I feel so proud because it’s not the first one you learn in ´English as a foreign language´…. 😉
Laughing 😂 – consider it returned Kiki. You’re right – it’s definitely not the first word taught in any ESL class! It’s officially yours…💗
Yes to all!
Aaaawh, have a hug and a kiss 🙂
🥰
Nature’s ultimate, beguiling song…. the beauty, so alluring
so agree, fat sausage fingers and all!
WMS, WMS! The perfect paean to this beautiful new day….
It is a beautiful new day!
Mother Nature’s jazz session
Yes, and smooth jazz it is.
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Simply beautiful … ‘So many voices. Only one song. ~ Barbara Crooker, from “One Song. After Rumi” in Line Dance …
One song, yes…
This will stay with me for some time.
Yes. It’s so great.
In our neck of the woods, a robin starts this song. And a nighthawk wraps it up.
And what’s better than that.
I so admire people who can write like this… so beautiful.
No kidding!
You are pretty darn good at it, lemme tell you…
Plulease!!!!!
Awright, awright, awright… so you are a tad less poetic. But you have a great way with words.
Thank you Dale
and beneath that same pale blue early morning sky the strong woman with freckles, curly red hair is tousled as she looks beyond in wisdom, tasting peace…
Yes!
Wow! You’re peripatetic! We’ll be going to Ojo Caliente, as I often do for my birthday( did we ever mention it’s free on your birthday)? We’d go even if it weren’t.😊Anyway, let’s talk tomorrow; it will be so great to catch up! Much love, Sis
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