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How is it possible that,
on a morning when the clouds,
curling back upon themselves,
and giving up only momentary corridors of bare sky,
on a morning when those maddeningly small tokens of blue
taunt and tease a rain-weary, fog-weary heart,
how, I ask again,
is it that the sighing wind,
bending toward the naked oak tree,
can carry a burst of bird song
through the myriad layers
of a morose winter morning,
piercing the frozen edges of a january nap
prodding and poking me out of my
january nest?
By what miracle does a Carolina wren,
the tiniest of wintering birds,
on the gloomiest of winter days,
sing in the only voice
the universe gave it,
an April voice,
conjuring up a stunning moment of spring,
and bestowing a blessing
on the rain besotted morning,
anointing my eyes and ears
with the chrism of its winter anthem,
just in time to save my dispirited soul
from the depths of winter silence?
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©2014 Wabi Sabi


Inspired by Alice Keys ‘ Morning Song ‘
For Sunday Whirl -#144
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – postcards from paradise
For Poets United – poetry pantry
“chrism” is such a lovely word, a word of blessing and hope—as I am sure your soul knows…
Hallelujah for the saving of the dispirited soul! 😉
Catching Sunrise, Carrying Light
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So lovely. I think the wren is reminding you to hang in there… spring’s just around the corner. = )
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I think these signs of hope appear throughout the winter to let us know we can make it!
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smiles i agree with laurie…spring will be here soon enough…it is nice to get those breaks though from the winter weather and the doldrums it can bring…
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I guess it’s one of these little signs of life that make go on in the most adverse conditions. A vivid picturesque and soundesque description of the little wren.
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I love the thought of a bird singing with an april voice… ahh spring is worth waiting for..(but I would be glad if I could be hibernating)
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Well you just brought a little ray of delight to my world.
Thank you.
Pea
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…questions worth meditating… loved it! smiles… your capture of that bird photo is amazing… thanks for sharing…
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To me, the best part was:
“sing in the only voice
the universe gave it,
an April voice”
Overall, the piece did capture the bleakness of winter, a bleakness I share annually. Seeing that one bird would be rather miraculous, I agree.
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my favourite lines
“anointing my eyes and ears
with the chrism of its winter anthem,
just in time to save my dispirited soul”
Have a nice Sunday
much love…
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Ah, the joys of nature. Lovely words.
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I do love this, thank you, for in the early morning before the dawn aware of yet another rainy day, and my heart feeling the grey of January, i hear the little song too and this gives me a feeling of optimism….x
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Incredibly beautiful, the photos, the wren, the poem and the message. Love that it sings in the only voice it has…….as do we all. I always love a poem with a bird in it!
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Wonderful words and thoughts..the bird is beautiful indeed
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What a special little friend!
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Wren’s song as a miracle… indeed! “..conjuring up a stunning moment of spring…”
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Absolutely beautiful…I can hear the song in my mind.
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So much beauty expressed in your words!! And those photos are wonderful as well.
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What a delightful tease on the senses as that fragile creature survives the winter singing and promising hope for the future.
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i hung on every light filled word, the way a small bird curls graceful feet around the branches of life singing the first buds free.
thank you for brightening my moment.
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Love this part:
By what miracle does a Carolina wren,
the tiniest of wintering birds,
on the gloomiest of winter days,
sing in the only voice
the universe gave it,
an April voice,
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I would echo Irene, those are my favorites as well. Love how those special small little miracles can change a course, transform emotions, and lift spirits lost in winter’s grayness.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/the-gift/
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The wren signaling it’s just around the corner. Good signs of spring’s impending presence! Nicely Wabi!
Hank
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just in time to save my dispirited soul
from the depths of winter silence?
So soothing lines…so soothing feel!
great to read!
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love that april voice bringing a world of joy… 😉
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I’m glad you heard that Carolina Wren. i enjoyed your poem.
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A beautiful celebration of the song that can keep the spirit willing to find its own song.
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This gives us all hope in the midst of a long cold winter of the blahs that a simple bird song can portend the coming of spring. Truly beautiful!
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Wabi,
Thanks for the link. And WOW! This is fabulous and amazing.
You’re right. I missed the pingback. I’ve been missing I LOT since we dropped into third-world internet. But today… I’m in a Toulouse hotel with real internet tonight.
Keep writing!
Alice
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