Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Birdsong

What sweet songs enliven
The air out my window
When only I open
And let that air in.

My window's a lever
That calls forth by magic
A soundtrack of nature
By medium of wind.

Dulcet and friendly,
A soft invitation,
A kindly reminder
To let loose and grin.

2 comments:

Bike Bubba said...

Ya know, there's actually a song written by kids in the Nazi concentration camps with the same name.....my daughters sang it for a concert a bit back.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

That's actually the hidden meaning to this poem! Er, well, not really.