Silent, but for cunning Corvidae, they
of song, sub-song, caw, click and rattle
On ghostly air currents they levitate
high above the quiet fragrant turf
And all the while the heart spins
on the rose garden’s pulsing colors,
kindling fancy into inspiration

A fabled coalition of migrant birds
arrives to sit a spell, to catch a breath of
white jasmine on a breeze that speaks
the tongue of Aleppo, while under the ginkgo
words are braided into narrative thread,
yarns pulled from earthy green waves
and that blue echo of peace called sky

© 2016, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Photo credit ~ California Scrub Jay by Samsara under the CC A-SA 2.0 generic;

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