Birds sing not knowing
the naming of the day or season.
Daffodils sing a song unheard.
The blue of bluebells intoxicate.
Days lengthen, becoming bright, extending night.
There is no sense of reason here.
No marking lines, divisions.
Seasons flow in and out of each other.
Birds sing not knowing the naming of the day.
Birds Sing Not Knowing
2006 ©