In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
Tag: garden
Blackbird return
In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
Blackbird
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Robin redbreast
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
Echoes of Life 