Dream Birdsong
About 3 years ago, the railway shaved the foliage
between us and the Passumpsic River.
The choir of nesting birds disbanded.
The lovely sight & music disappeared, yet to return.
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The feather floated down
a prayer from paradise wings
chanting a quiet song to the heart
for the inner bird we hear sings
harmonious melody of missing flocks
of winged earth angels as if to hide
not in the copious bushes and trees
secretly clothed in foliage track-side
Although we a mountain climbs behind
the rivers flows to its mother to rejoice
over the damn man-made and rocky islands
we do not hear birdsong, warble with voice
It seems the seasons have carried
new paths for them to fly away
how we miss them for upon a time
they came, making nest, mate and stay
o please we pray to the gods of earth
and all animal life to unfold once again
dancing, hopping among branches & leafs
with nests, flight & song beloved friend
(When the Rainbow Leaves the Sky, Mixed Media 2019 &
Feather on the Breath of God, Watercolor 2013,
both © j.m.frase-white )
Dream Birdsong © j.m. frase-white 6 August 2025
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