Conference of Birds
by Thom the World Poet
Something about green
harmonies
attract living songs and
poems.
Art is a flower without
words -
So we supplied sufficient
to
the blue evening sky,
beneath
a canopy of leaves which
themselves
were nests for conferences
of birds,
whose evening nocturnes
became
bells that tolled, and
resonated with
tone and shape and form.
We all remarked how well
the birds
sang. . . but we were in
their habitat,
and the answering skies
were score-sheets
for their symphonies.
Night distilled sweetness,
as chant and
response echoed green to blue. . .
purple to black. And as
stars twinkled in
merriment,
we slipped dreams
into
trees, hopeful of
return
another time, to this Eden. 🌿
another time, to this Eden. 🌿
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written after a performance
in the magic garden of Renee Studebaker
near Austin's Hyde Park in
springtime, 2015.
coming soon, on April 30
at 7:30 p.m. a celebration of nature and
gardening
at YardFarm
(7204 Shelton Rd, Austin, TX
78725)
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