Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Indigo Bunting

Photo: from Thundafunda

Listen now
to the perfumed voice of
the indigo bunting’s
“sweet, sweetie, sweet.”

How can all of Summer
fit itself into so
tiny a bird?

Here now is Dusk
to silence
the gent.

Oh, spare your tears
my Inner Beloved –

Do not forlorn.

At the first kiss of Dawn
his love notes
will find us.

Why else would we Awaken?

(c) 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)