Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 8, 2013


On azure wings he comes to greet the day
His song comes through my window with the light
I hear the squawks and trills of the blue jay
When on the holly branch he does alight 
His joyousness and glee are on display
As I rub sleepy eyes still craving night
I would appreciate his daily peep
If he would let me have a bit more sleep!


Brian Miller said...

ha. makes beautiful music...just a little too early....i feel you on that...though i dont mind waking up to them...

not displayed said...

I know the feeling of waking to the bird song of feathered early risers except mine were kookaburras and not blue jay