Birdsong

I came here to listen to the birds sing

I came here to listen to the birds sing
And to the sound of the sorrow
Of those who forget their music
I came here to hear water gushing down mountains
To hear
The sound of love
Thundering
And pounding in your chest
I came here to see
The infinite ways
The sun
Expresses herself
Through the clouds and sky
I came here to see
The glimmer in your eyes
When you remember
And you smile

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December 26, 2025 snapshot: Third night by myself at an Amish cabin in Laurel County. Typing a poem that arrived with tears earlier this rising | Amazingly soft light-purple throw a new friend surprised me with on Christmas Eve | Dried pink roses in a jar (from a bouquet my soul sister sent me for my birthday).