A Poem a Day (424): Birdsong haiku (6)

 

 

The birds are going nuts tonight with their dusk singing so I scribbled these.

 

Birdsong drift clatters

in the hedgerows, fuelled perch high,

myriad chords mix.

 

Sleek blackbirds whistling,

a chorus line of feathers,

wisps of songs enchant.

 

Notes for the dusk light.

Sinking sun envelops the

horizon with song.

 

We listen wrapt, birds

chattering on the blown breeze.

They hasten the night.

 

Notes circle around,

casting light and sound, fresh food

for the silent soul.

 

The whistling time.

Tiny ruminations, light

on the faintest breeze.

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 12, 2021