A Tidings of Magpies

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

"Now the trumpet summons us again -- not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need; not as a call to battle, though embattled we are -- but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, 'rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation' -- a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself." John F. Kennedy The Wild Swans at Coole by W.B.Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above m...

I (Heart) My Wife By Darlyn Finch "I (Heart) My Wife" the bumper sticker read in the window of the pickup truck ahead of me at the red light, and I burst into tears for no particular reason I could explain to the crossing guard on the corner or even to the man driving the truck, who looked quite ordinary, and did not realize those four happy words could rip a woman's heart out under certain circumstances, when she's one man's abscessed tooth, and another's dirty little secret. Then I stopped to wonder, as I blew my nose and wiped my eyes, whether the man had bought the bumper sticker at all, or if his wife had perhaps stuck it there, in the window behind his head, as a message to women like me, whom she surely knows are sitting at every red light in every town, wishing they could one day be someone's very best thing. And, while you're driving around town today, here's a sampling of some hometown favorites, Over the Rhine , from their new CD, the...