I am
the blackbird perched out loud,
serenading to wind and
fog;
I am the voice
between branches,
whisper from the breeze
evening skjump *
I am the crooner of hillsides,
the long billed one in
solstice grass…
I am
the invisible song,
the one that slashes through
silence – finds meaningfulness on
fence posts, offers feathers to
drum and Earth to advertise
love and presence in
hope to be heard by the sky.
And watch your spirit
chirp and thrive, as
time tick-tocks to
Earth’s cycle;
sparkling
sparrow in stereo,
the one that chirps out of nowhere…
I am daylight beyond belief,
the one that clads night
azure blue –
grey or
plain white according to
wandering fog.
I am what they call da Simmer Dim.
© NH 2020.