early morning
solitary
kitchen table musing
i sit sewing lace
crone within maiden
gathering light
filtering through stained glass
and hummingbird nectar
my eyes keen with
observant fascination of
the glass feeder hanging outside the window
grand central station perch in red
arrivals and departures
in all directions of western hemispheric legend
hallowed totem creatures
70 flaps per second
imperceptible
science fair migration patterns
i stir my coffee counterclockwise in time
the steam rises to the libretto
puccini’s piano keys float without
consideration of gravity about the house
through the curtain breeze
tosca to begin tuesday
my tiny birds wing dancing to the aria
flittering
humming
eyelashes batting
in a spirit of grand cooperation
they are lovers caught between worlds
who make the honeybees whisper gossip
sacred beings of the americas
it is believed when the gods assembled all birds
the remaining feathers from the construction
were used to create a male and female hummingbird
the wondrous beauty of the pair so pleased the deities
they were given an elaborate wedding
butterflies flapped into a chapel frame
forming a monarch cathedral
a rose petal path
spiders spun webs of gossamer bridal bunting
ringing lily-of-the-valley wedding bells
a nest prepared
for bride and groom
when the wetness returns to flowers
floria singing
Non la sospiri la nostra casetta?
Do you not long for our little house?
my body rises to the window
sweetheart lips speaking your name
to the roses gazing in through opera glasses
sixpence of silver placed into our shoes
i remember
we
are
a love story
2 replies on “ornithology”
Your life is a love story, for you are a loving human. You are reaping the lace you sew.
Heh.
xo
OrMythology? 🙂