I watch the birds closely in the morning
as they wake up with the sun.
All of them chanting,
for the day’s run.
The Flicker and the Sparrow,
the Robin and the Blues;
each with a sense of urgency,
paranoid and exacting,
The sun will drop hours from now,
there is much to do.
My tendency to wake up with the sun has granted me the fortune to befriend some beautiful birds. I watch them in and out of conversation, and perpetual preparation for the day ahead. It’s quite spectacular.
We stroll into the days together. I make coffee and take in the show, they don’t mind me now, it’s been long enough. We have a shared understanding, a sacred trust. I write little diddy’s in their honor, and from time-to-time, I name them.
The birds are back.
You can hear them singing, loud and awake.
The winter is hiding, the land has been tricked.
The birds don’t mind it, not one bit.
I can hear them singing,
bloom spring bloom.
The birds are back to collect their due.
Love yourself and the universe will follow suit.
It will all fall in line.
Give in to your faith,
now is your time.
Be grateful and let go,
the best of what’s left to be
waits in want patiently.
It’s time for you to grow.
These habitual emotional trials will end
when you pass your final judgement.
When you decide to declare change,
the universe will follow suit.
You are your own judge and jury.
No one, not any one, has a say
in who you choose to be.
Be gentle and make a choice.