The photo is from the Beautiful Garden website. It is where I imagine the birdsong I heard would originate 🙂
(This post is dedicated to my dear friend Betty)
Today when I was out for a run
I wished you were there
to inform and enlighten me
as to which of our feathered friends originated
the alluring melody I heard
I thought you would know it in an instant!
My knowledge of birds is so limited
I can recognize the haunting call of a loon
at dusk or dawn
I know the repetitive chick-a-dee-dee-dee
This afternoon I was an uninvited witness
to a bewitching love warble
no bird was seen
not even the fleetest glimpse of plumage
When the achingly enthralling song began
city din was drowned out
no strolling pedestrian chatter
no traffic hum or passing train roar
The musical tenor was so pure
I was transported through time
to an era of innocence, enveloped by love
My breath caught
my heart was pierced by the sheer elegance of the cadence
I strained to hear more
but was left disappointed
I would have to settle for the brief solo performance
No encore was forthcoming
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Good morning my dear friend.
I loved your bird poem dedicated to our special Betty.
This morning I sat in bed with my curtains drawn and what should stop and drink and then fly off but a bird that was so splendid I thought I must be halucinating. It was brilliant yellow with blue and green marking and red trim, maybe Red Bird in disguise! Or maybe my dear parents dropping by. Of course I didn’t get a picture and perhaps it won’t come again but what a splendid visitation. Glorious, like you!
We are always so much more than we imagine.
Love from Linda
Thank-you, Linda! I am beginning to understand why people enjoy bird watching so much 🙂
Sorry I’ve not visited you in awhile but what a lovely poem to read first! Reading how the “bewitching love warble” affected you gave me goosebumps! I wish I could have heard the song myself! Amazing, isn’t it, how Nature can transport us out of our city hustle & bustle? How lovely that you dedicated it to Betty – she deserves such a beautiful songbird poem!
P.S. Love your imagined garden setting photo! How divine!
It was wonderful, Meghan. I wish I knew what bird it was. I would love to know if Betty has heard the same birdsong, too!