If Only.

 

 

If Only

 

If only my wordlets could capture

each droplet of rapture

as alchemy bottled in moments

of changling awe

soaks any invasive festering

of unaware mentals

silence would drip with explosion.

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Shards of music could then open

on crystal air and proud

bird would dose joy into cloudy 

dawn invoking my ink

to join in the chorus of singing.

Reviews

[Neville]

nothing quite like it is there... I oft rise early to go sit in the garden and listen .. funny thing is, most of my avian friends and visitors do greet me and gift of their song and conversations at the rear and side of the cottage in what we call the more formal (actually the more manicured and tended garden) .. the wilderness on the other two sides and which borders the paddock were set aside several years ago as a wild or wildlife garden .. yet hardly a song can be heard from within.... I reckon they (the birds that is) just like to show off .....

Tis a beaut is this Fay..

Neville

[Fay Slimm]

Bless your cotton socks for sharing that avian experience and think of me too early rising to hear just the same serenade - nothing quite like it I do agree.......... thanking you heartedly for your read and review mon dearling .......... x