Birds notes of all colors tumble
through the foggy air
and I can’t sleep.
Flowing notes are small colored stones
cascading all through
the foggy dawn.
On the longest day of the year
I wanted to snooze
but sleep eludes.
A parliament of finches sings
a gang of robins
two cardinals drop
their cherry ripe notes into the
doppelganger fog
that magnifies
every jubilant trilling.
Rose breasted grosbeaks
calling catbirds
towhees, wrens, swallows bend their
twittering love songs
percolating
through morning air–gentle doves
mourn while blue jays
jeer rude blue notes.
Summer solstice jolts me awake-
blazons a new season on
songbird hinges.
Barbara Spring .
The Dynamic Great Lakes
The Wilderness Within
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