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)