Published Mon Jan 21, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
I. Looking out her window in the gray November,
She saw the squirrel in his leafless tree,
fretting, nattering constantly
She heard the goose's call resound
As rhythmic wings carried him through space.
Bringing him to a warmer place.
II. In autumn twilight she remembered
With crystal clarity
A day in early spring
When first she heard the Mockingbird
As he attacked the sky
As he sang through night
His repertoire expanding
His incessant chatter
Forever demanding her attention
III. Listen to the mocking bird
Unceasingly he sings.
Through day and night and back to day
His song continuing
A rude awakening
For sleepy ears
That would not hear
The overture of spring.