Sunday in CinCity
Holy The sound The song The rise Cacophony of robin, finch and dove song. The rusty hinge of spring Blackbird with redwing. Long spiteful winter has lost her bony grip The red maples stiff upper lip is a burgeoning Cherokee red. Mother Nature rolls out of her bed Like me she is sleepy and tired but so ready to lift her spirits high above the wires where the doves will soon align The best view of the sunset in this part of Highland county. And so goes the song of spring. Call and response And also with you and also with you. ~Karin Bergquist April 5, 2015 Easter Morning Porch Swing Poems Have a visit with some of my favorite musicians and poets... please note: photo from Melpo on her sand-grain.blog site