Cardinal cares not
for human noise, her sweet song
a sprightly muse
even the meanest of hearts
turn skyward at her bidding.
(A tanka for Thursday. Image my own.)
Cardinal cares not
for human noise, her sweet song
a sprightly muse
even the meanest of hearts
turn skyward at her bidding.
(A tanka for Thursday. Image my own.)
Cardinal sings me awake
promises a verdant day
viburnum scented breezes
and the sun’s warming light.
(Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection. Linking this up with my weekly challenge, which is morning. Also linking up with Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: song.)
Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.
I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing
Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking
clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow
and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.
A trill,
a flash of red,
note unmistakeable –
loves echoes scatter through the air
hearts soar…
(Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge is a Crapsey Cinquain. Â Visit the site to check out the details. Â Image is from my own collection.)