winter bird

as i sit
i hear a winter bird
and wish
i did not first take it
as the mechanical squeak
of something broken
rather as a living noise
as singing to start the day

2 comments:

Julie Trevelyan said...

Hey C.--so glad to see you're still writing your soulful & rich amazing poetry. Now that I know where to look, I can keep up with your writing. Are you publishing it anywhere else?

Thanks for bringing your words into the world...sometimes, I think language is one of the most powerful & vulnerable connectors we have.

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