Rain Bird

The rain bird sang in

A# minor this morning

as I woke…

delicately its liquid notes

burst soap bubble fragility

in the heavy December dawn

gravid with the New Year

 

On the horizons

of the mind flicker

mirages of the dying year…

velvet muzzle, flashing smile

a lock of gleaming hair…

A far-off ripple of laghter

…and as each note

a perfect sphere of sound

erupts its bitter-sweet

tremolo down spiraling

through mind’s mirror

scything through memories

…as the rainbird sings

in A# minor

it’s song of quavering hope

 

By Joan Hettema

 

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