The Robin is the One

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.

The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.

The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.

~ Emily Dickinson

little birds

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
~ E. E. Cummings.

 

If you listen closely

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

~ Maya Angelou

With scented dew still wet

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.
~ Dorothy Parker

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Photo by Richard Fogg

A whisper of warmth

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The geese are finding their voices.
Broken cackles
on dark mornings.
A restlessness for the North.
And hidden shoots
unfurl in freedom.
Called into being
by a whisper of warmth.
The long night closes,
as a faint light
streaks the dawn.
And my broken voice
sings once more.
~ Lyn McCrave

 

Drowsing forth a prosy song

 

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Photos by Richard Fogg

Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other can,
Deep in dewy nectaries,
Petal-walled refectories–

Apple-blossom, columbine,
Rose and lily, all are thine,
Yet, though oft thy weight they bear,
Dost thou know how they are fair?

What’s a lily? What’s a rose?
Down the golden lane he goes,
Drowsing forth a prosy song,
“Honey! Honey!” all day long.

~ Arthur Guiterman