MORNING CHORUS

May Lilies shine with

Wetness of night fallen

Rain drops still falling

From Spruce branches

High overhead where

Thrush song sings and

Rings in long sustained

Tones through the forest

While hidden among the

Underbrush with petite

Perky living and upright

Tail clinging to lower

Branches of Elderberries

A Winter Wren rejoices

To sing her morning 

Chorus with agility

Of voice and verse

Lifting a grey day

By such colors in song. 

~by David Robinson

4-16-2012

Photo by Biopix: N Sloth

SEED AMONG CEDAR

My soul, an empty birdfeeder,

Attracts no winged thing,

Without the seed among cedar,

The forest seldom sings.

On Sabbath morn come fill anew

This empty heart of mine;

With suet cakes and seeds to woo,

The feathered life divine.

“God’s little theologians”* come

To teach my soul your story;

No anxious cares within this home,

When filled with heaven’s glory.

*Martin Luther’s affectionate term for birds

D. Robinson 3.18.11