A glorious sun rises over a sleepy land
still dressed in dreams.
Stray mist retreats
with laggard clouds over the hill.
Shuttered houses eyes closed
nearly sparkle in his light.
The pepper tree glistens and stays quite still
inviting finches to land and settle.
Prime property for nesting
pink pepper ready for pecking
limbs are smooth and sturdy
no bothersome neighbors…
Come watch the Med from on high.
See her smile and stretch all shiny and new,
then sing your song clear and clean
send notes up to the waiting sky,
in ribbons to wrap around and move
through cedars and pines.
Come perch here a spell,
watch your music dance down the hill
hang a left at the school tickling a child’s ear
then bounce further to soothe the old man
sitting on the bench by the church….
No takers. Wee birds are busy
peering preening poking picking
flitting fetching feathering.
No time to tweet for sweets.