This morning
bird song
like black tar ******
incapacitates

dizzies senses
slight numbed
by minor isolation

all too brief
a moment of reverie holds

before returning to
web spun garage
and forgotten loft

to make busy

The only love I have known is the bird that lives in my ear,
In the wind and cloud tunnel of long ago, with a hot salve
Of sunshine poured into the singing hole, the warm honey
Of wives’ tales, the remedy of home against the world,
Though the song has since flown.

blessed i am
to wake surrounded
by bird songs multifarious
each with their signature calls
saying ...

where’s my mate
we need to perpetuate

driven by nature’s code
keeping within my mode
where’s my mate
we need to perpetuate

alive and in my prime
now is our time
where’s my mate
we need to perpetuate

i’m looking to find
a lover of my kind
where’s my mate
we need to perpetuate

joyous chirping, tweeting, whistling
warbling, crowing and wooing
in a chorus of overtures
invitations to the nub of life,
procreation

Birds sing in chorus
Early morning orchestra
Sunbird leads the band

I dream of waltzing in the snow,
but not dancing alone.
There is another by my side
for every snowball thrown.

Another pair of dusted brows,
and cloudy breath combined.
Another set of icy lips
that choose to meet with mine.

I whisper gently in his ear
"I wish that I could stay.  
Our time is short, I know, but we
will meet again one day."

The world begins to fade and I
know just where I must head.
I'm pulled awake, and spread across
the usual crumpled bed.

The chorus of the dawn begins -
the robin, right on cue!
I don't know who he's chirping for,
but my song's just for you.